Genius Club.

Chapter 104 The Sad Great Man

In fact, Lin Xian feels that if we know when and where Mr. Adams heard the number 42 or the concept of the cosmological constant, perhaps we can solve this mystery.

But it's a pity.

The dead can't talk.

Lin Xian shook his head.

Turning around and preparing to leave——

"Huh?" "Hey!"

As soon as I turned around, I saw an unexpected acquaintance.

A fluffy brown high ponytail, big lively eyes, lips slightly opened in surprise, and a teardrop mole like an anti-counterfeiting trademark at the left corner of the eye.

"...An Qing." Lin Xian was a little slow to react before calling out the name.

puff-

Chu Anqing covered her mouth and laughed out loud, her big, spiritual eyes curved into two crescents, and two cute dimples were faintly visible at the corners of her mouth:
"Senior Lin Xian, who did you mistake me for?"

"Ah..." She suddenly realized and smiled mischievously:
"You didn't... mistake me for the girl you liked in high school, did you?"

"Pause for a moment." Lin Xian stretched out his hand to stop her from imagining:
"It's true that I did draw that female classmate, but I never said that I liked her... That picture was just a casual drawing while practicing. I have absolutely nothing to do with that female classmate."

Hey.

Lin Xian sighed inwardly.

It's true. Once you tell a lie, you have to continue telling countless lies to justify it.

But there is nothing we can do about it.

Under the circumstances at that time, he clearly drew CC, but CC was not from this era and there was no such person, so he could only make up a non-existent high school female classmate to deal with it.

Chu Anqing and CC look exactly the same. If I don't say that, the sketch cannot be explained clearly.

"By the way, are you here to see the science fiction exhibition as well?"

Lin Xian changed the subject.

"No." Chu Anqing waved her hand and pointed to the corridor on the other side:

"I was visiting an art exhibition over there. There was an oil painting exhibition going on in that exhibition hall. I happened to be passing by this venue, so I decided to stop by and take a look... I didn't expect to run into you here. What a coincidence!"

Lin Xian nodded.

It's a coincidence indeed...

He looked to the other side of the corridor and saw that there were indeed various oil paintings hanging on the walls of the exhibition hall. It seemed that what Chu Anqing said was right.

Look back.

Only then did I have time to observe Chu Anqing's outfit today.

This should be the third time the two have met. The first time they met was at the celebration party of MX Company, and the second time they met was in the joint classroom of Donghai University. Unexpectedly, the third meeting would be in such a coincidental place... Donghai City Exhibition Hall.

Chu Anqing's outfit is still very casual today.

The weather has warmed up recently, and the girls have taken off their heavy down jackets and coats and started to travel light. Chu Anqing is no exception.

Today, she was wearing a very fresh and beautiful light blue sweater + gray skirt, and flesh-colored stockings on her legs to protect her from the cold. She looked very youthful and energetic. With the slightly thick-soled boots, Chu Anqing seemed to be taller, and looked slimmer and more beautiful than the previous two times she met.

"Did you come here by yourself?"

"Yes, I don't have classes this afternoon, so I came here to hang out. I've always been interested in painting... but I don't seem to have any talent for it. No matter how hard I try, I can't draw well."

Chu Anqing smiled and looked at Lin Xian:

"Senior Lin Xian, you really have a talent for painting. Have you ever considered learning other forms of painting besides sketching?"

"No, actually I don't really like painting." Lin Xian said with a smile:
"But I can't say I hate it... I practice sketching only because the art exam in the college entrance examination requires sketching. My academic performance is not that good, so if I want to go to a good university in Donghai City, I can only take the art exam."

"Do you like Donghae very much?"

"I wouldn't say I like it, but I'm just curious about this city, so I wanted to take a look."

Lin Xian also spoke the truth.

Because he had been dreaming since he was a child, the city in his dreams was called Donghai, so he always wanted to visit this city.

Unfortunately……

Now the city in the dream has changed a lot, and has become the poor and backward old Donghai. Instead, it is a giant sci-fi city surrounded by a 200-meter-high steel wall, the New Donghai City.

"So this is ah……"

Chu Anqing flicked the plush ball on the hoodie's tether:
"Sure enough, everyone thinks the outside world is better."

"Actually, I like your hometown Hangzhou City better than Donghai! I've been there for a trip and it's really beautiful. Every place is beautiful, unlike Donghai... It's crowded everywhere, and it's always full of busyness and tension."

"The Spring Festival is coming soon, Senior Lin Xian, are you going back to your hometown for the New Year? Or will you continue to stay in Donghai City?"

"Yes, I need to go back to my hometown." Lin Xian replied.

Going home for the New Year is an old tradition in Longguo. What's more, Gao Yang is organizing a high school reunion, and he wants to attend it.

Chu Anqing turned around and pointed to the oil painting exhibition hall at the other end of the corridor:

"Senior, the oil painting exhibition there has many authentic works by famous artists, and some are shipped from the British Museum. It's a rare opportunity, do you want to go and have a look together?"

The original...

In fact, Lin Xian was still a little interested.

After all, he is in this line of work and learned about this subject in college. He is still very curious about the authentic works of many legendary painters.

Whatever.

Come here.

Just go check it out.

"Okay, let's go and have a look."

"Hehe! That's great. Now I have a tour guide! Senior, you must know a lot about these paintings, right?"

"I'm just a jack of all trades."

……

Afterwards, the two of them chatted and laughed while walking around the oil painting exhibition.

Just as Chu Anqing said, there are indeed some authentic works by modern European painters here, and this is the first time Lin Xian has seen them.

The technique and historical charm... are breathtaking.

He had only seen these paintings in textbooks or prints before.

But the feeling of flatness and three-dimensionality is completely different. Oil painting has its own unique sense of heaviness and three-dimensionality. Just looking at it, it seems as if you can go deep into the Renaissance era.

Chu Anqing is like a lively lark, she talks a lot and asks a lot of questions.

Fortunately, today was Lin Xian's home court. He could easily come up with those painters, artistic styles, and painting backgrounds. He was forced to pretend to be good, which made Chu Anqing admire him very much:

"Senior, you are amazing... You know everything. You are so knowledgeable!"

"No, I just happened to run into the gun."

The two walked while looking.

As I turned the corner, I saw a black and white painting hanging on the wall.

The old man above had his hair flying and his eyes were lifeless, which scared the two men so much that they took a step back.

"Hanging such a scary painting at the corner... maybe it was intentional."

Lin Xian raised his head and looked at the painting again.

Everyone is familiar with the old man in the painting. He is a great physicist who often appears in various textbooks.

Albert Einstein.

On the canvas, the great man looked solemn and listless, as if he had suffered a great blow.

His hair was messy, his face was full of wrinkles, and his eyes were dull, as if his soul had been hollowed out. He gave people a very bad impression.

In addition, perhaps in order to reflect a melancholy and sad atmosphere, this oil painting uses very few colors. Except for a few light and shadows, it is almost entirely completed in black and white. This gives people an intuitive impression at first glance...

It looks like a posthumous photo.

Like a dead person.

“The Sad Einstein.”

Chu Anqing approached the painting and read out the name of the painting:

"This painting was created in Brooklyn, New York in 1952 by Henry Dawson, a famous American realist painter of the last century..."

She stepped back and re-examined the painting of Einstein, who looked sad, depressed, and even lifeless:

"Why... would Einstein have such a painting?"

She blinked and looked at Lin Xian:

"Isn't Einstein a very successful and great scientist? He should be respected and have a high academic status. But... why does Einstein in this portrait look so sad and depressed?"

"Senior Lin Xian, do you know the background of this painting?"

To her surprise...

Lin Xian still nodded!

This surprised her. How come this senior in front of her knew everything? It was like an encyclopedia.

Lin Xian began to talk about this painting.

This is the benefit of watching a lot of science fiction novels and movies, it helps you understand a little bit about everything.

"In fact, Einstein's later years were very sad, and he spent most of his time in depression."

While Lin Xian was talking to Chu Anqing, he looked up and met the lifeless eyes in "Sad Einstein":

"Einstein believed that it was his mass-energy equation that opened Pandora's box, allowing humans to master uncontrollable nuclear energy, which in turn led to the birth of nuclear weapons, a weapon of mass destruction, causing the deaths of millions of people."

"But his concerns are not limited to this. He is also worried about the future of mankind. He is worried that if the next global war breaks out... countless nuclear weapons will rain down from the sky, directly leading to the extinction of mankind and the destruction of civilization."

"Although his worries and concerns seem unnecessary now, in that special period of 1952...his worries were actually normal and reasonable."

"Once he had this idea, he fell into a dead end of self-blame and regret, which was also the reason for his loneliness and depression in his later years."

……

Lin Xian spoke in a calm voice and Chu Anqing listened attentively.

After a while, they finished viewing the exhibition gallery and walked to the entrance of the East China Exhibition Hall and waved goodbye.

"Thank you so much today, Senior Lin Xian. You taught me so many things. I really learned a lot of new knowledge!"

"It's nothing, it's easy."

After watching Chu Anqing get into the car, Lin Xian also reached out to hail a taxi and returned home.

After returning home and having a simple meal and washing up, I checked the time.

Half past five.

If you go to bed at this time and fall asleep quickly, you will still have time to catch the three-sword thief in your dream, join the Face Gang, and meet CC at the garbage disposal plant according to the plot.

Lin Xian changed into pajamas, lay on the bed and closed his eyes.

"Come on CC."

In his mind, he imagined the smiling face of Chu Anqing or CC:
"I have a lot of questions for you..."

……

……

……

Still not feeling any hot summer breeze, Lin Xian opened his eyes in this quiet little village, surrounded by intricate self-built houses.

He walked to the corner of the alley.

From a distance came the breathless sound of Aunt Li chasing after him:

"Catch-catch the thief! Catch... catch the... thief!"

(End of this chapter)