A warm breeze blew across the large playground of the Coastal Academy of Arts.
Several physical education teachers led the senior grade students from several classes to different sports venues.
According to the school's requirements, graduates who want to obtain a diploma and a bachelor's degree must pass all the study assessments, including not only cultural and professional subject assessments, but also sports assessments.
The assessment items include long-distance running, short-distance running, sit-ups or pull-ups, long jump and grip strength, a total of five assessments, and the scores are calculated comprehensively.
Every student facing graduation must take the test, so students from different majors and classes must take the test in batches.
As the teachers blew their whistles and gave commands, the playground soon became noisy.
The sunshine and temperature make it particularly easy for students who exercise to sweat.
Some girls who were taking a break couldn't stand the sun and dust, so they came to the shade of the trees next to the playground, gathered in groups of three or four, and chatted about gossip.
Lan Xin was also pulled over by her classmates.
While she was listening to her classmates chatting, her eyes would occasionally glance at a group of boys who were doing pull-ups.
Jiang Zhe is there.
When girls gather together, they often attract the attention of boys, and several boys come over and chat with them under various pretexts.
A few girls responded politely, but cut off their chance for further conversation.
After the boys left, a few girls whispered about how bored the boys were.
Lan Xin automatically ignored these discussions.
Her eyes lit up.
Jiang Zhe started doing pull-ups.
He was wearing a short-sleeved sports shirt, and his latissimus dorsi muscles stretched as he moved, making him look like a figure from Michelangelo's manuscript.
"What are you looking at?" The girl next to her came over.
"I didn't see anything." Lan Xin explained hurriedly. This girl has a nickname - Little Trumpet.
However, Xiao Laba had already followed Lan Xin's gaze and looked over: "Where is Jiang Zhe? His eyes are about to pop out of his head."
"No." Lan Xin's toes gripped the sole of her shoe tightly.
The trumpet said, "That's normal. Jiang Zhe is too dazzling. Do you like this type too?"
"I think his greatest strength is that he can sell paintings. For one million." Fortunately, another girl interrupted and Lan Xin was not so embarrassed.
"When did you get this news?" The speaker lowered his voice and said, "After the news of the auction price of his works spread, I heard that Professor Wang in our department smoked half a pack of cigarettes in his office."
Several girls understood what was meant.
However, the girl who majored in graphic design asked naively, "I heard that his works also sell well. It seems that one piece of work can sell for 30,000 or 40,000 yuan. Many teachers can't compare to him."
The trumpet said, "It's because he thinks highly of himself that he feels bad."
"Thirty or forty thousand is already a lot." Hanhan counted on his fingers what thirty or forty thousand could buy, from a dozen square meters of house to clothes, cosmetics, and even the number of taxi rides.
"By the way, Jiang Zhe is going to study in New York. The cost of living in the United States is very expensive, right? Do you know how much the rent and subway tickets cost in New York?"
The topic suddenly took a sharp turn.
The girl with a cute accent adjusted her hair and said, "My cousin is at Ohio State University. She said that if you find a job anywhere there, you can support yourself." She caught up with me and said, "I want to go, too."
"Come on." A girl said sharply: "With your English level that you have taken the CET-4 three times, I'm afraid you will sell dishwashing liquid to foreigners as juice." She deliberately imitated the soft and cute English accent, causing everyone to laugh.
After a while, Jiang Zhe and the boys in his class started long-distance running.
Lan Xin and a group of girls wanted to watch, but were called over by the teacher and started to be tested on sit-ups.
After the test of this project was completed, a group of girls came back to their previous position to rest.
A girl with a good figure deliberately said: "I really envy you. You don't have such a big burden. It's so easy when you exercise."
When the girls heard this kind of boasting, they couldn't help but retort immediately.
“Be careful with the droop.”
"Lan Xin's is not smaller than yours, and it's easier for her to exercise than you."
"Why don't you say that you take up more space when you sit down?"
Xiaola suddenly called out to his companions: "Look! Jiang Zhe's girlfriend is here!"
Just now, during their test time, Jiang Zhe had already completed the long-distance and short-distance running tests. Chen Yan brought Jiang Zhe a thermos cup.
"Look at what she's doing." The sharp girl poked Lan Xin with her elbow.
Lan Xin didn't respond.
"However, Jiang Zhe likes to use this kind of cup, which is a bit old-fashioned." The sharp girl responded to herself.
The cute girl seemed to suddenly remember something: "You said if we go to the United States, will we have to eat hamburgers every day? Will Jiang Zhe become a 200-pound fat man?"
"That's called the weight of happiness." The soft and cute girl took a sip of water and continued, "If I can get a green card, I'm willing to be a little fatter."
The sharp girl said, "Don't worry about it. Jiang Zhe is not short of money. If he sells a painting, he can buy whatever he wants to eat."
The short-haired girl who had been silent all this time suddenly spoke up: "An elder in my family came back from the United States last year, and he kept talking about how good life there is." She imitated an American shrug, "Now, some girls' eyes light up when they hear about returnees, and they don't care if the other person is chopping chicken in a Chinatown restaurant."
The naive girl said, "The money he makes from selling his paintings is enough for him to live on. He doesn't need to worry about finding a job."
The trumpet said, "The latest data! Last year, the employment rate of the Art College was 37%, while the Normal College next door was 68%. Do you know the top student in the previous class of the Environmental Art Department? He went to the Design Institute, earning yuan a month, working overtime every day, and often staying up all night."
The laughter suddenly became rarer.
The girls all looked towards the bulletin board, where a recruitment poster for a photo studio was posted: Recruiting wedding photo retouchers, required to be proficient in Photoshop, monthly salary negotiable.
"So, Jiang Zhe has carved out a path for himself." As the sharp girl spoke, she saw Chen Yan smiling happily in the distance.
Xiao Loudspeaker said to the girls, "Just now, the troubles you mentioned will not happen to Jiang Zhe. Do you know that Jiang Zhe can get a scholarship to study at Columbia University?"
"Is it true?" several girls asked.
"It's absolutely true. I heard it from my teacher."
"Probably enough to rent a loft with a rooftop in Manhattan and keep two ragdoll cats."
There was sudden silence.
The silly girl finally came back to her senses and suddenly slapped her thigh: "What about his girlfriend? Chen Yan can't go to the United States."
"If you ask me, a rich and handsome young painter like Jiang Zhe will definitely be pursued in New York. Female curators, rich second-generation collectors..."
"Ha ha……"
The cute girl suddenly said, "I know about this. Jiang Zhe helped Chen Yan find a job to work in the gallery where he sells paintings."
The gossiping group under the shade of the tree collectively held their breath. Boyfriend helping to find a job?
Think about the struggles of myself and others...is there still justice?
Gossip never stops. But at least at this moment, several girls have to admit that some people's youth is indeed very annoying.
……
Lan Xin didn't find a chance to chat with Jiang Zhe alone today, but she knew where to find him recently.
The day after the physical test, she dressed up a little, brought her sketchbook and materials, and went to the library.
She found a book and sat down, flipping through it to look up the information she needed, and occasionally glancing at the entrance of the reading room - Jiang Zhe should be here today, right?
Soon, Jiang Zhe appeared in the reading room as expected.
Since I got the academic construction system, I opened new branches and read more books. It can make learning accumulate faster. Seeing that there are many branches that have not been started, I always feel a little itchy.
In recent days, whenever he has time, he will come to the school library to read books. The information here is richer.
He found a book and was about to find a place to sit down when he saw Lan Xin waving at him.
"Come to study?"
"Come here to check the information." Jiang Zhe sat down next to Lan Xin.
After a few quiet greetings, Lan Xin couldn't help herself. "When did you go to New York?"
"After graduation, I will go there in July."
Thinking that there was little time left before they would separate, Lan Xin's fingers holding the pen turned slightly white.
She thought of the information she had looked up on the borrowed computer: "It's very cold over there in the winter, right?" There was a tremor at the end of her words that she didn't even notice.
"As long as the accommodation is good, it shouldn't be too uncomfortable. I heard that the snow scenery in the park is nice."
Lan Xin opened her sketchbook, quickly flipped through the hand-drawn map of Columbia University's surrounding area, and found a scarf design.
"Look at these patterns. Which one do you think is more beautiful?" She showed the hand-painted pattern to Jiang Zhe.
Jiang Zhe saw that there were several styles of scarves drawn on the paper. Each scarf had a different pattern, Dunhuang caisson pattern, twined branch pattern... each one was very beautiful.
It was quiet for a second.
"This is..." Jiang Zhe reached out to take the sketchbook.
Lan Xin reacted like a frightened cat slave and signaled Jiang Zhe to just watch it.
"I'm helping a classmate in the fashion design department." She used her finger to cover a corner of a scarf image, on which there was a deformed seal script of the word Jiang. Before coming here, I forgot this.
"The pattern of the lotus is beautiful, and the pattern of the wisteria is also nice. Why is there an abrupt blank space here?" Jiang Zhe said as he looked at it.
Lan Xin had taken great pains to prepare a gift, and at this moment she had an idea: "I want to design some calligraphy elements here, preferably poems. Your calligraphy is good, can you write a sentence for me?" As she spoke, she motioned to Jiang Zhe to write in the blank space of the pattern.
Jiang Zhe was a little surprised by Lan Xin's request. However, this was not a problem for him. Besides, this was not considered a creation.
After a moment's hesitation, he wrote something similar to an inscription with a pen.
"The fragrant breeze in May relieves my depression, and I can imitate the meaning of Lutian Temple." Lan Xin praised: "Good calligraphy, the handwriting is thin and has bones, and it has the style of Huaisu. The content is also appropriate."
She looked up at Jiang Zhe. "Thank you."
……
In the evening, Lan Xin finished her graduation project, hugged a small bag full of wool balls, huddled in the corner of the study room, and began to knit. When she skillfully knitted a lotus pattern, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Unconsciously, there were already fewer people in the study room than before. She began to pack her things and prepare to go back to the dormitory. As she put away the scarf pattern, her eyes were fixed on a line of words written by Jiang Zhe, next to which a new line of ink had been added:
"After winter and spring, I still see the new tung trees blooming."
On the way back to the dormitory, she smelled the fragrance of magnolia flowers.
……
Go back a few hours.
Jiang Zhe's villa.
Xiao Ka was circling in the entrance hall with a pair of slippers in his mouth.
"Xiao Ka, this is the third pair of slippers this month." Jiang Zhe put down the tools in his hand, walked to the entrance, and rubbed the dog's head.
Xiao Ka immediately gave up his slippers and circled around Jiang Zhe.
Jiang Zhe played with Xiao Ka for a while, and then Jiang Yi and his wife came to the villa.
After Jiang Zhe decided to pursue a master's degree, his parents came to the villa more and more frequently.
Had dinner.
Jiang Zhe can arrange his time freely.
I walked into the studio, sipped tea, and observed the nearly completed graduation work.
The three large-scale oil paintings placed together have an excellent visual effect.
Jiang Zhe examined the picture, trying to find imperfections.
The painting on the left depicts the past of Binhai: the spire of the clock tower pierces the mist, workers in work clothes walk past the Sailors' Club, and under the old-fashioned street lamp, an old man holds an enamel pot.
The combination of external light and spotlights draws the viewer's attention to some hints of the times. For example, newspapers and posters. The overall tone has the characteristics of the past. This painting has been completed and there are no flaws to point out for the time being.
The painting in the middle depicts current life: in the newly built waiting hall, a young girl in a new down jacket and an old man in old-fashioned clothes are waiting for the bus together.
Jiang Zhe borrowed Vermeer's window light technique to let the light penetrate the bus window, creating a different atmosphere on the floor of the bus and outside light. Every element here comes from letting go, and is real and vivid. He painted several familiar images in this work. There is no place to change this painting.
In the work on the right, each image seems very vivid. It was created at the same time as the work in the middle, but many elements hint at the future.
Jiang Zhe boldly added some small special details to the picture, such as a chip and a QR code hidden in an inconspicuous position. Such elements are very small and a little blurry. If Jiang Zhe himself did not mention it, it would be difficult for others to notice it.
This is a description of the memories of the previous life. Some memories are already blurred, while some are still very deep.
There is another reason, which is some anti-counterfeiting traces he left. Wang Zhen told him that some people have begun to imitate his style, and even fake paintings have appeared. Only he knows the anti-counterfeiting traces of such small details.
He painted his own image in the two paintings in the middle and on the right. The self in the middle work is a side profile, implying living in the present. The self in the right picture appears from behind, and the face is reflected in the glass, implying the self in the previous life.
He finally discovered that there was something not perfect in his work.
I use my brush to record my life and commemorate my time travel. My previous depictions were as perfect as possible, but in the memories of my previous life, some things are becoming blurred as time goes by.
There is still a lack of vagueness in the works depicting the future.
Once you think of a breakthrough, inspiration will come one after another.
He immediately found a pen and paper and wrote down what he thought of, what effects could be weakened, what effects could be increased... (End of this chapter)
Several physical education teachers led the senior grade students from several classes to different sports venues.
According to the school's requirements, graduates who want to obtain a diploma and a bachelor's degree must pass all the study assessments, including not only cultural and professional subject assessments, but also sports assessments.
The assessment items include long-distance running, short-distance running, sit-ups or pull-ups, long jump and grip strength, a total of five assessments, and the scores are calculated comprehensively.
Every student facing graduation must take the test, so students from different majors and classes must take the test in batches.
As the teachers blew their whistles and gave commands, the playground soon became noisy.
The sunshine and temperature make it particularly easy for students who exercise to sweat.
Some girls who were taking a break couldn't stand the sun and dust, so they came to the shade of the trees next to the playground, gathered in groups of three or four, and chatted about gossip.
Lan Xin was also pulled over by her classmates.
While she was listening to her classmates chatting, her eyes would occasionally glance at a group of boys who were doing pull-ups.
Jiang Zhe is there.
When girls gather together, they often attract the attention of boys, and several boys come over and chat with them under various pretexts.
A few girls responded politely, but cut off their chance for further conversation.
After the boys left, a few girls whispered about how bored the boys were.
Lan Xin automatically ignored these discussions.
Her eyes lit up.
Jiang Zhe started doing pull-ups.
He was wearing a short-sleeved sports shirt, and his latissimus dorsi muscles stretched as he moved, making him look like a figure from Michelangelo's manuscript.
"What are you looking at?" The girl next to her came over.
"I didn't see anything." Lan Xin explained hurriedly. This girl has a nickname - Little Trumpet.
However, Xiao Laba had already followed Lan Xin's gaze and looked over: "Where is Jiang Zhe? His eyes are about to pop out of his head."
"No." Lan Xin's toes gripped the sole of her shoe tightly.
The trumpet said, "That's normal. Jiang Zhe is too dazzling. Do you like this type too?"
"I think his greatest strength is that he can sell paintings. For one million." Fortunately, another girl interrupted and Lan Xin was not so embarrassed.
"When did you get this news?" The speaker lowered his voice and said, "After the news of the auction price of his works spread, I heard that Professor Wang in our department smoked half a pack of cigarettes in his office."
Several girls understood what was meant.
However, the girl who majored in graphic design asked naively, "I heard that his works also sell well. It seems that one piece of work can sell for 30,000 or 40,000 yuan. Many teachers can't compare to him."
The trumpet said, "It's because he thinks highly of himself that he feels bad."
"Thirty or forty thousand is already a lot." Hanhan counted on his fingers what thirty or forty thousand could buy, from a dozen square meters of house to clothes, cosmetics, and even the number of taxi rides.
"By the way, Jiang Zhe is going to study in New York. The cost of living in the United States is very expensive, right? Do you know how much the rent and subway tickets cost in New York?"
The topic suddenly took a sharp turn.
The girl with a cute accent adjusted her hair and said, "My cousin is at Ohio State University. She said that if you find a job anywhere there, you can support yourself." She caught up with me and said, "I want to go, too."
"Come on." A girl said sharply: "With your English level that you have taken the CET-4 three times, I'm afraid you will sell dishwashing liquid to foreigners as juice." She deliberately imitated the soft and cute English accent, causing everyone to laugh.
After a while, Jiang Zhe and the boys in his class started long-distance running.
Lan Xin and a group of girls wanted to watch, but were called over by the teacher and started to be tested on sit-ups.
After the test of this project was completed, a group of girls came back to their previous position to rest.
A girl with a good figure deliberately said: "I really envy you. You don't have such a big burden. It's so easy when you exercise."
When the girls heard this kind of boasting, they couldn't help but retort immediately.
“Be careful with the droop.”
"Lan Xin's is not smaller than yours, and it's easier for her to exercise than you."
"Why don't you say that you take up more space when you sit down?"
Xiaola suddenly called out to his companions: "Look! Jiang Zhe's girlfriend is here!"
Just now, during their test time, Jiang Zhe had already completed the long-distance and short-distance running tests. Chen Yan brought Jiang Zhe a thermos cup.
"Look at what she's doing." The sharp girl poked Lan Xin with her elbow.
Lan Xin didn't respond.
"However, Jiang Zhe likes to use this kind of cup, which is a bit old-fashioned." The sharp girl responded to herself.
The cute girl seemed to suddenly remember something: "You said if we go to the United States, will we have to eat hamburgers every day? Will Jiang Zhe become a 200-pound fat man?"
"That's called the weight of happiness." The soft and cute girl took a sip of water and continued, "If I can get a green card, I'm willing to be a little fatter."
The sharp girl said, "Don't worry about it. Jiang Zhe is not short of money. If he sells a painting, he can buy whatever he wants to eat."
The short-haired girl who had been silent all this time suddenly spoke up: "An elder in my family came back from the United States last year, and he kept talking about how good life there is." She imitated an American shrug, "Now, some girls' eyes light up when they hear about returnees, and they don't care if the other person is chopping chicken in a Chinatown restaurant."
The naive girl said, "The money he makes from selling his paintings is enough for him to live on. He doesn't need to worry about finding a job."
The trumpet said, "The latest data! Last year, the employment rate of the Art College was 37%, while the Normal College next door was 68%. Do you know the top student in the previous class of the Environmental Art Department? He went to the Design Institute, earning yuan a month, working overtime every day, and often staying up all night."
The laughter suddenly became rarer.
The girls all looked towards the bulletin board, where a recruitment poster for a photo studio was posted: Recruiting wedding photo retouchers, required to be proficient in Photoshop, monthly salary negotiable.
"So, Jiang Zhe has carved out a path for himself." As the sharp girl spoke, she saw Chen Yan smiling happily in the distance.
Xiao Loudspeaker said to the girls, "Just now, the troubles you mentioned will not happen to Jiang Zhe. Do you know that Jiang Zhe can get a scholarship to study at Columbia University?"
"Is it true?" several girls asked.
"It's absolutely true. I heard it from my teacher."
"Probably enough to rent a loft with a rooftop in Manhattan and keep two ragdoll cats."
There was sudden silence.
The silly girl finally came back to her senses and suddenly slapped her thigh: "What about his girlfriend? Chen Yan can't go to the United States."
"If you ask me, a rich and handsome young painter like Jiang Zhe will definitely be pursued in New York. Female curators, rich second-generation collectors..."
"Ha ha……"
The cute girl suddenly said, "I know about this. Jiang Zhe helped Chen Yan find a job to work in the gallery where he sells paintings."
The gossiping group under the shade of the tree collectively held their breath. Boyfriend helping to find a job?
Think about the struggles of myself and others...is there still justice?
Gossip never stops. But at least at this moment, several girls have to admit that some people's youth is indeed very annoying.
……
Lan Xin didn't find a chance to chat with Jiang Zhe alone today, but she knew where to find him recently.
The day after the physical test, she dressed up a little, brought her sketchbook and materials, and went to the library.
She found a book and sat down, flipping through it to look up the information she needed, and occasionally glancing at the entrance of the reading room - Jiang Zhe should be here today, right?
Soon, Jiang Zhe appeared in the reading room as expected.
Since I got the academic construction system, I opened new branches and read more books. It can make learning accumulate faster. Seeing that there are many branches that have not been started, I always feel a little itchy.
In recent days, whenever he has time, he will come to the school library to read books. The information here is richer.
He found a book and was about to find a place to sit down when he saw Lan Xin waving at him.
"Come to study?"
"Come here to check the information." Jiang Zhe sat down next to Lan Xin.
After a few quiet greetings, Lan Xin couldn't help herself. "When did you go to New York?"
"After graduation, I will go there in July."
Thinking that there was little time left before they would separate, Lan Xin's fingers holding the pen turned slightly white.
She thought of the information she had looked up on the borrowed computer: "It's very cold over there in the winter, right?" There was a tremor at the end of her words that she didn't even notice.
"As long as the accommodation is good, it shouldn't be too uncomfortable. I heard that the snow scenery in the park is nice."
Lan Xin opened her sketchbook, quickly flipped through the hand-drawn map of Columbia University's surrounding area, and found a scarf design.
"Look at these patterns. Which one do you think is more beautiful?" She showed the hand-painted pattern to Jiang Zhe.
Jiang Zhe saw that there were several styles of scarves drawn on the paper. Each scarf had a different pattern, Dunhuang caisson pattern, twined branch pattern... each one was very beautiful.
It was quiet for a second.
"This is..." Jiang Zhe reached out to take the sketchbook.
Lan Xin reacted like a frightened cat slave and signaled Jiang Zhe to just watch it.
"I'm helping a classmate in the fashion design department." She used her finger to cover a corner of a scarf image, on which there was a deformed seal script of the word Jiang. Before coming here, I forgot this.
"The pattern of the lotus is beautiful, and the pattern of the wisteria is also nice. Why is there an abrupt blank space here?" Jiang Zhe said as he looked at it.
Lan Xin had taken great pains to prepare a gift, and at this moment she had an idea: "I want to design some calligraphy elements here, preferably poems. Your calligraphy is good, can you write a sentence for me?" As she spoke, she motioned to Jiang Zhe to write in the blank space of the pattern.
Jiang Zhe was a little surprised by Lan Xin's request. However, this was not a problem for him. Besides, this was not considered a creation.
After a moment's hesitation, he wrote something similar to an inscription with a pen.
"The fragrant breeze in May relieves my depression, and I can imitate the meaning of Lutian Temple." Lan Xin praised: "Good calligraphy, the handwriting is thin and has bones, and it has the style of Huaisu. The content is also appropriate."
She looked up at Jiang Zhe. "Thank you."
……
In the evening, Lan Xin finished her graduation project, hugged a small bag full of wool balls, huddled in the corner of the study room, and began to knit. When she skillfully knitted a lotus pattern, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Unconsciously, there were already fewer people in the study room than before. She began to pack her things and prepare to go back to the dormitory. As she put away the scarf pattern, her eyes were fixed on a line of words written by Jiang Zhe, next to which a new line of ink had been added:
"After winter and spring, I still see the new tung trees blooming."
On the way back to the dormitory, she smelled the fragrance of magnolia flowers.
……
Go back a few hours.
Jiang Zhe's villa.
Xiao Ka was circling in the entrance hall with a pair of slippers in his mouth.
"Xiao Ka, this is the third pair of slippers this month." Jiang Zhe put down the tools in his hand, walked to the entrance, and rubbed the dog's head.
Xiao Ka immediately gave up his slippers and circled around Jiang Zhe.
Jiang Zhe played with Xiao Ka for a while, and then Jiang Yi and his wife came to the villa.
After Jiang Zhe decided to pursue a master's degree, his parents came to the villa more and more frequently.
Had dinner.
Jiang Zhe can arrange his time freely.
I walked into the studio, sipped tea, and observed the nearly completed graduation work.
The three large-scale oil paintings placed together have an excellent visual effect.
Jiang Zhe examined the picture, trying to find imperfections.
The painting on the left depicts the past of Binhai: the spire of the clock tower pierces the mist, workers in work clothes walk past the Sailors' Club, and under the old-fashioned street lamp, an old man holds an enamel pot.
The combination of external light and spotlights draws the viewer's attention to some hints of the times. For example, newspapers and posters. The overall tone has the characteristics of the past. This painting has been completed and there are no flaws to point out for the time being.
The painting in the middle depicts current life: in the newly built waiting hall, a young girl in a new down jacket and an old man in old-fashioned clothes are waiting for the bus together.
Jiang Zhe borrowed Vermeer's window light technique to let the light penetrate the bus window, creating a different atmosphere on the floor of the bus and outside light. Every element here comes from letting go, and is real and vivid. He painted several familiar images in this work. There is no place to change this painting.
In the work on the right, each image seems very vivid. It was created at the same time as the work in the middle, but many elements hint at the future.
Jiang Zhe boldly added some small special details to the picture, such as a chip and a QR code hidden in an inconspicuous position. Such elements are very small and a little blurry. If Jiang Zhe himself did not mention it, it would be difficult for others to notice it.
This is a description of the memories of the previous life. Some memories are already blurred, while some are still very deep.
There is another reason, which is some anti-counterfeiting traces he left. Wang Zhen told him that some people have begun to imitate his style, and even fake paintings have appeared. Only he knows the anti-counterfeiting traces of such small details.
He painted his own image in the two paintings in the middle and on the right. The self in the middle work is a side profile, implying living in the present. The self in the right picture appears from behind, and the face is reflected in the glass, implying the self in the previous life.
He finally discovered that there was something not perfect in his work.
I use my brush to record my life and commemorate my time travel. My previous depictions were as perfect as possible, but in the memories of my previous life, some things are becoming blurred as time goes by.
There is still a lack of vagueness in the works depicting the future.
Once you think of a breakthrough, inspiration will come one after another.
He immediately found a pen and paper and wrote down what he thought of, what effects could be weakened, what effects could be increased... (End of this chapter)
