【...... And it isn't a static system.】
【Our Solar System is spanning, flying thought space at 134 miles per second. Turning in circles，As part of a vast collection of stars and star systems......】①
On the return trip to the program team's business car, You Mian sat by the window in the penultimate row wearing ear-bone headphones, the documentary in the headphones spoke fluent American English, calmly and gently explaining the mysteries of the universe, the Milky Way and the stars.
You Mian didn't look at his phone.
In the sound of the documentary, he begins to recall 'everything' under the moon, the blind man who catches the stars with steel and smooth lines.
With his hands folded, his steel fingers sank into his arms, pinching out painful depressions.
Every inch, every centimeter of the line was carved by him with 100% concentration.
[Cheap. 】
[I don't understand it at all.] 】
[The first in the sculpture group is at this level? Boring. 】
[It's like something that can be bought at a stall for a dozen dollars.] 】
You Mian frowned slightly, trying to concentrate on the form of 'all things'.
Where can it be improved, where can it be better.
Is it that he has drilled the horns of the bull, is there a problem with the creation of the work itself, or is it just the bias of the audience's evaluation?
In the midst of countless noisy and chaotic sounds, suddenly—
"It's beautiful."
In a trance, a cold male voice penetrated the English explanation of the documentary in his ears and reverberated in You Mian's mind.
That was Pei Huaiji's firmness when he stood at the door of the sculpture room and walked in with mud.
It is Pei Huaiji's close to the 'everything' in the moonlight, and the beautiful voice that he said with absolute appreciation.
The man's hot eyes crossed the distance of time and light years, and reappeared in front of You Mian's eyes with radiance.
Yu Mian's expression changed suddenly, and he turned his head to look out the window at the street stalls under the lit street lamps.
Countless pedestrians are shouting, and countless tourists are sightseeing.
A variety of goods are placed on small blankets on the ground.
Second-hand Polaroids sold at discounts, old books that have only been seen twice and are about to be sold...
Under the shadow of the strange lights, You Mian drove quickly through the corner of the street and caught a glimpse of an artistic iron sculpture that had been idle in the corner of the stall.
The shape of the iron sculpture is like a flower, and it grows upwards with all its might.
It was an old table lamp with simple lines.
Qin Lan's voice also sounded in his ears again: "No matter how high or low art is, it can be placed in a sculpture museum, an art museum, and it can be on the world stage, so why can't it be placed on a bookshelf or a bedside table?" ”
"Even if it is buried in the earth, even if it is broken! Smashed into slag! ”
Qin Lan's serious and old-fashioned eyebrows frowned tightly, and he asked sonorously, "You Mian!" It's valuable! Its value, all of its existence remains! ”
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