2977: C2977 Common Inactivity

C2977 Common Inactivity

The Azure Dragon Mountain Range spread out for a few thousand meters, like a gushing gale, and the trees in the forest were extremely tall and big, like they were immortal even after a hundred years.

The deeper one went, the more dangerous it became.

Meng Fan had been following the painter for a while now, but as usual, he did not see any strong fierce beasts. All the fierce beasts in the mountains seemed to have disappeared, and he could only see some rabbits and wild birds.

Meng Fan continued to paint one painting a day.

At the beginning, Meng Fan painted mountains and rivers, and the scenery. Gradually, there was nothing to draw, so he started to draw portraits. The first painting was Gu Xin'er, and the second was his mother.

On this day, Meng Fan had even drawn Lei Tao and Lei Hu, which was the last two people he had the impression of being able to draw. Meng Fan couldn't remember the actual appearance of the others in WuTown, and didn't know how to draw.

After nightfall, the painter was lying down beside the bonfire and resting with his eyes closed. Meng Fan carefully walked up and respectfully asked: "Master, I don't know what to draw."

"Have you painted all the things that came to your mind?" The painter asked gently.

Meng Fan nodded.

The painter continued, "You drew things you saw with your own eyes. Why don't you draw something you haven't seen before?"

"How do you draw things you've never seen before?"

"Imagine." The artist smiled and tapped Meng Fan's forehead. "Fantasy."

"But …" Meng Fan was troubled.

"How about this, I'll demonstrate it to you." The painter casually took out an unburned branch from the bonfire, blew away a few sparks on it, and began to draw on the sand.

This fascinated Meng Fan.

In the past, Meng Fan didn't know how to draw, so towards the words of Mayor Gu Yuan and the many stewards, the painter's calligraphy was quite mysterious and didn't understand it. These days, Meng Fan had followed the painter and obviously didn't have any talent or have drawn anything, but he had really advanced by leaps and bounds in painting.

With just a casual drawing by the painter, a few lines formed a rather charming design.

This was a bird, but it was no ordinary bird. It had slender wings and an open arms. It looked as if it was about to soar into the skies, as if it was alive! Moreover, there was an attitude of a king of birds.

It was just a line, yet it already possessed such charm. If it was colored in color, wouldn't it be more real?

Meng Fan looked at the King of Birds and asked in a daze, "Master, is this real, or did you make it up?"

The artist laughed. "It was my imagination, but how can it not be real?"

Meng Fan frowned, "Master, I don't understand."

These days, Meng Fan had said "I don't understand." many times, he really didn't understand, but the painter always smiled and didn't say much, Meng Fan didn't think that the painter was deliberately making things difficult for him, he understood that the painter's level was very high, even if he said it out loud, he wouldn't understand it, why not think it himself, even if he wanted to understand it a little bit, it would be because he had comprehended it himself, and it was much better than what other people taught him.

His Master led him through the door, practicing his skills personally.

This was a very ancient saying.

But this time, the painter actually made an exception.

"Say, beautiful and ugly, do they really exist?"

the painter asked.

Meng Fan could tell that the painter was trying to enlighten him. He was very intelligent, but he had been too dispirited in the past few days and was getting better these days.

He immediately said, "Beautiful and ugly, perhaps... It doesn't exist, so uncle Guang said, only women can look good when they are fat, but I think... I think... Or … As for Xin'er, she's still the prettiest. "

The painter could not hold back his laughter. "Beautiful and ugly. If they don't exist, then wouldn't that be a fantasy?"0

Meng Fan was stunned.

Vaguely, he seemed to understand something.

The line between truth and falsehood blurred.

"Also, god." "The painter continued." Was there really a God? If it really did exist, why were there so many people in this world who worshipped so many gods? Some people believed that the greatest god in the world was a gentle old man. Others believed that there was no greatest god in the world and there were many other gods. If gods truly existed, how could there be so many strange beliefs? Everyone should believe in a true God.

But no matter if God exists or not, there will be all sorts of festivals every year, worship all sorts of Gods, and even take out all sorts of offerings to worship God. Everyone believes that God exists, so God exists, so tell me, do you think there's any difference between real and fake? "

Meng Fan's gaze became brighter and brighter.

"Go draw." "The painter laughed." You believe it to be true, it is true.

Meng Fan immediately turned around to draw.

The next morning.

Meng Fan finally finished his drawing and handed it to the painter.

The image was that of a woman.

However, she felt that it was a bit inappropriate to describe her as a beauty. This was because her face was filled with a heroic spirit, and she held a sharp blade in her hand as she stood on top of a mountain. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, fluttering behind her head.

The painter looked at the painting for a long time before putting it down and asking, "Who is this?"

Meng Fan shook his head: "Yes... It was during one of my nightmares. "

"Did you dream of such a beautiful girl in a nightmare?" The painter smiled.

Meng Fan shook his head again: "In the dream, there are many beautiful people, cute people, and admirable people. They are all beautiful, but the dream itself is terrifying."

"Why?"

"Because these beautiful things are always fleeting. To lose them is even more frightening than never obtaining them."

"Losing is more terrifying than never? However, a loss could never be obtained, at least not in the past. To have a moment, to have left behind a memory, and to never have had a moment, which is better? "

"This …"

Meng Fan hesitated.

After a long while, he finally answered hesitantly, "I would be happy if I only ate salted vegetables and porridge my whole life. However, if I can only eat delicacies once and never again, it will be very painful."

This answer seemed to have a deeper meaning behind it.

However, the painter laughed, "What I fear the most is to live a mediocre life and even console myself for being ordinary and valuable. This is like hiding one's ears from the bells, whether you have eaten or not, the delicacies of mountains and seas are all there. If you don't eat them, you will never know that there are delicacies of mountains and seas in this world. However, what you said is also correct. The thoughts of humans are different. "

The painter picked up his bag and carried on walking.

Meng Fan immediately carried his luggage.

The master and disciple pair continued to walk towards the depths of the Azure Dragon Mountain Range one after another. However, Meng Fan couldn't unravel the knot in his heart.

As he walked, he desperately thought about how he could solve this problem.

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