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Chapter 103 Interaction and Eye Contact

As the art student explained, he opened the easel, methodically placed the paper on it, then took out a palette, squeezed some dark paint on it, and slowly mixed the colors.

"When the art classroom is about to close, the teacher will shine a beam of light here from their observation tower. When you feel the light coming, just pack up and return to the classroom."

Mao Feiyang showed a look of sudden realization: "Oh, so that's how it is!"

After the preparations were ready, Mao Feiyang held the palette in one hand and the paintbrush in the other, looked at the scene in front of him, and gradually fell serious and silent.

From his perspective, he could not see any cliffs or steep walls, only an ocean shrouded in darkness and thick fog.

The raging ocean waves were rolling like the darkness of a bottomless abyss, and the wave crests were like the giant arms of ghosts, slamming against the rocky cliffs, making a terrible roar, and climbing up to the observation tower with the sea breeze, shaking their hearts.

Looking into the distance, white mist was rising from the dark sea. The layers of mist obscured the vision, making it impossible to identify the direction and distance.

In the deep ocean, fog spreads like ink.

The thick fog rising from the sea is like a silent ghost suspended in the air, hiding endless horror and unknown.

The ocean, fog, phantoms... numerous elements are interwoven together to form a breathtaking dark maze. Everything seems hazy and blurred, as if the power of darkness is quietly invading, causing endless horror and fear in this darkness.

Under this black curtain, time seems to have stopped, and only the wail of the sea breeze pierces the silent night sky.

Beyond the fog, there is chaos, making it difficult to distinguish between the ocean and the sky.

But as the line of sight moved farther and longer, the dim sky finally came into view.

The overcast sky cast a gloomy light, and the black sun did not appear in Lin Yi's sight, as if it had disappeared.

Mist rose from the water, covering the sea, creating a hazy and dark scene.

There was a suffocating atmosphere in the wet air, as if the arms of darkness were slowly swallowing up the world.

Dark clouds hovered in the sky, like a hurricane swirling high up, making a low roaring sound...

"Thunderstorm in the daytime..." Mu Daxian looked into the depths of the sky, frowning slightly, "It seems that there is not much time left for sketching today."

"Yeah." The art student next to him nodded solemnly, "It's probably going to rain."

"Raining..." Mao Feiyang's ears were hooked by a sensitive word, "Abnormal weather? Should we go to hide from the rain in advance?"

"Abnormal weather?" Mu Daxian shook his head helplessly, "No need to avoid it deliberately."

"You have just become an art student, and you don't know a lot of things yet. Once you 'adapt' to the life of an art student and understand the true meaning of 'abnormal weather', you will understand why I said that."

After Mu Daxian finished speaking, he took a deep breath, then looked at the world in front of him and said leisurely: "The deep sea is one of the areas that humans have not yet fully explored and understood. In many cultures, it is regarded as a place of spirituality and connection with mysterious forces..."

"In many parts of the world, there is worship and awe of the ocean. Ancient people were in awe of the vastness and boundlessness of the ocean and the sky, and often sought inspiration, peace and connection with the universe by looking at the ocean. This has something in common with mysticism and the pursuit of the extraordinary in our artistic journey."

"An art journey...'transcendent'?"

"Nothing, let's sketch." Mu Daxian said no more and started painting on the paper.

Seeing this, Mao Feiyang also tried to write on the paper.

But he actually had no artistic talent, nor any aptitude for painting, so he simply looked at the scenery and then painted here and there on the drawing board.

But as the sketching progressed, Mao Feiyang gradually revealed a serene expression, like an old monk in meditation.

The gentle sea breeze mixed with moisture blew in his face, hitting his body, but it did not make him feel uncomfortable at all.

He suddenly frowned, as if he heard some strange sound.

During the whole process, he was like a sponge, constantly attracting the white powder particles floating in the air.

At a certain moment, the hand holding the paintbrush suddenly moved, and then he kept smearing on the drawing board with an extremely rough and freehand brushstroke, gradually forming a chaotic pattern.

Time passed quietly, and a fanaticism began to emerge in Mao Feiyang's eyes, as if he had foreseen some exciting scene, but the brush in his hand continued to paint the chaotic pattern.

It was like something an ignorant child drew with a paintbrush in circles, exuding a strong sense of chaos, but in Mao Feiyang's hands, this chaotic brushstroke seemed to be summoning some kind of low storm.

Or did he foresee... a storm?
Mao Feiyang's emotions kept fluctuating, and he was concentrating on working on his work.

Sometimes he frowned and walked around the drawing board;
Sometimes he would run to the edge of the observation tower to look at the dim world where there was no boundary between the sea and the sky, and then turn around to look at the ancient castle shrouded in mist;
He returned to the drawing board and began to paint quickly, as if he had seen something. His brush kept moving between the palette and the drawing board, and the outline of an object gradually emerged on the originally chaotic paper...

He used up the paint on the palette and started pouring from the paint pot. When he ran out of paint, he continued pouring.

After doing this two or three times, he suddenly threw away the palette in annoyance, and directly put the paintbrush into the paint pot to dye and mix the colors, and then continued painting.

His mind seemed to be always on the edge of chaos and madness, but his works also began to exude a frenzied and restless power and beauty.

He only focuses on expressing his inner world, and his thinking seems to have transcended traditional physical limitations.

When he was enjoying the painting, he suddenly jumped up excitedly and kicked the paint can on the ground away.

"Hahaha...hahaha..." He was like a madman, taking some crazy steps in the sea breeze.

His action suddenly broke the original silence on the observation deck. Mu Daxian and the art student were disturbed by him and looked at him with some dissatisfaction, but when they saw what was presented on his drawing board, they were so shocked that they were speechless.

The two looked at each other and saw the horror in each other's eyes.

"Old Mu, he..."

"Shh! Don't disturb him... Spread out, let's go to the corridor and wait for him. Don't let other students come out and disturb him!"

The two of them quickly exchanged information, then cautiously retreated into the passage.

Mao Feiyang was still immersed in his "art journey", and even Lin Yi was immersed in Mao Feiyang's world... but Lin Yi was much calmer than Mao Feiyang. He could sense Mao Feiyang's state of confusion and madness, and could also clearly see the white powder particles falling from the air like snowflakes and then melting into Mao Feiyang's body.

He also saw the works on Mao Feiyang's drawing board...

It was a bell tower shrouded in a storm, with brilliant thunder tearing through half of the sky.

At this moment, he heard a whimpering and roaring sound coming from the sea breeze. He looked up at the sky and saw that the storm was gathering above the sky, forming a vortex-like airflow. The low rumbling sound was like a heavy city gate being pushed.

The scene in the sky looked just like the tangled ball of thread that Mao Feiyang had left on the drawing paper. It was as if he had foreseen this moment!
Suddenly, through Mao Feiyang's perspective, Lin Yi saw a crack deep in the swirling and chaotic sea of ​​clouds. The image presented in the crack seemed to be another pure white light spot.

When Lin Yi looked at the spot of light, his vision suddenly felt strangely distorted. The sea breeze and the foggy environment seemed to be pulled away from him by an invisible hand. His soul seemed to have experienced a journey...

When he came to his senses, he found himself standing under a sunny sky with white clouds, and in front of him was a building that could not be more familiar - the teaching building.

He returned to the teaching building and was staring at the moss under his feet...

Everything that happened before seemed like a dream.

"No...I was just dreaming!"

His brain and thoughts seemed to be still buffering, and did not "load" immediately. But after a few breaths, he slapped his head suddenly:
"Wait! I get it!"

He was quite sensitive at this time, because if he remembered correctly, around 13:20 p.m. during the day, he returned to the teaching building from the cafeteria, muttering about moss in his mind, and then it happened that a cloud floated across the sky and blocked the sun, and he had a hallucination that he had traveled through time to Mao Feiyang's body.

That is to say, this kind of time-travel hallucination was not just his, but happened to Mao Feiyang at the same time!
At this moment, his "spirit" was swapped with Mao Feiyang's?!

He looked up at the sky, and saw that the sun, which was obscured by clouds in the clear sky, actually showed an eerie dim luster, and around the sun, there was a circle of dark golden light.

"This sun...?!"

This sun looks very much like the black sun in the layer where the art building is located!
But why did he see it at this moment? !

He immediately noticed that the clouds in the sky showed an unreasonable sense of fluctuation. Under the ripples, there seemed to be a shocking crack. His eyes passed through the crack and he suddenly saw a castle built on a cliff!

A terrible storm gathered above the castle, as if it would swallow up the bell tower as well.

A huge ancient bronze bell hangs on the top of the bell tower, enduring the baptism of sea breeze and fog.

The strong winds of the storm mixed with water mist constantly hit the walls of the bell tower, making a rumbling sound.

The outer wall of the bell tower has become slightly dilapidated due to years of erosion, and the smooth and black stone has been wet by wind and rain.

"Rumble--"

Thunder rumbled, and the pure white light of Jingzhe tore through the dark night sky. He saw Mao Feiyang standing in front of a lookout tower not far from the clock tower, looking at him across the layers!

Do not!
那个时候的毛飞扬又不是毛飞扬，而是……X023年5月7日13:20分的「他」！
在这个梦境之中，正在做梦X023年5月8日凌晨某个时刻的他，来到了毛飞扬的视角，然后与X023年5月7日的他发生了一种扭曲时空的对视！

An indescribable feeling instantly swept through Lin Yi's heart, along with the sense of enlightenment that came with "today I know who I am", another tingling feeling on his scalp also spread throughout his body like an electric shock.

At the same time, he suddenly discovered that on May 023, X5, his skin had a strange white texture, and his body temperature was terribly low, and he was as cold as a stone.

No, not like stone, but more like... a plaster sculpture.

"I……?!"

“I was like this at that time?!”

Lin Yihan's hair stood on end. Only at this moment did he realize that he had been seriously polluted without realizing it!

He once again thought of the boss's words - it's hard to imagine that you can make it to the gymnasium alive!
He was puzzled at first, but now he knew - it was hard for him to imagine that he could make it to the gymnasium alive in such heavy pollution!
He remembered again that he had walked on that non-existent road when he went to the gym later. Now it seemed that everything made sense, but he was not sure enough about the causal details of taking this road.

But putting that aside, he remembered what happened when he was in the swimming area of ​​the gym.

"Swimming lessons!"

"The boss stepped me into the swimming pool. Afterwards, I felt much more refreshed, but there was a plaster-like substance on the boss's leg..."

"Could it be that swimming lessons are a way for sports students to purify the pollution of experience students?"

This could explain what Wei Liang said about being held in the swimming pool for an hour by a gym student.

It is obviously purifying pollution.

Just as he realized this, a distorted and collapsed picture suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. When he came to his senses, he found that his perspective had returned to Mao Feiyang in front of the art building.

The brief interaction ended just like that.

At this moment, Mao Feiyang was so flustered by his "yesterday self" that he knocked over the easel, causing the scroll to be torn and fall onto the cold floor tiles.

The crack in the picture looked like the sky torn apart by thunder.

"Old Lin..." Mao Feiyang was breathing heavily, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

But unlike Lin Yi's reaction at that time, after interacting with "him", the shock on Mao Feiyang's face only flashed for a moment before recovering, and then a gleam of brilliance appeared in his eyes...

He narrowed his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

He looked at the drawing on the ground again and asked in confusion: "Hey... when did I draw this clock tower?"

Thanks to the book friends "He is the Dark Star" and "Ling Xinxi Oh" for their rewards! !
I can't hold on any longer today. I used up a pack of tissues to blow my nose while typing. I'll take a leave of absence for the midnight update tomorrow... I'll buffer it and sort out the plot for the next day.

Although... I want to ask for monthly tickets, but there are only a few days left. I don’t know if I can get 1000 monthly tickets this month, wuwuwu...

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(End of this chapter)