After becoming a god on earth, I always want to lie down

"An A-level crisis has occurred in Luzhou City, Hui Province. More than 2,000 people have died so far. This is a new type of monster that has never appeared before. People named it the long-haired monster. This monster's physical attacks are ineffective, and only force fields are available. Energy can cause harm to it. The local government is actively organizing awakened people to fight..."

Xia Guo International News finished broadcasting, and the content made Yang Yi's heart heavy.

She wanted to fly back to stop it all, but now she was just a body awakener who couldn't even be rated as C-level. She was about to die under the threat of the evil god's fragment. Even if she could go back, what help would she be able to do?

She was sitting on the bed with a heavy heart, her head was dizzy, her thoughts were wandering, and in a daze, the four walls of the bedroom were pressing on her, making her breathless.

Sometimes she thought of the Xia Kingdom in the distance, and sometimes she thought of the crisis inside her body. She would rather be swallowed up by the Evil God's fragments immediately than be like this now, with her whole heart hanging in mid-air, as if it was constantly falling but never reaching the bottom.

"Didi——" the note reminder rang.

Miranda went out to get the mail, and she was responsible for cleaning Thomas's studio today.

As Yang Yi went to get cleaning supplies, he was still thinking about the news.

Arriving at the studio on the second floor, Thomas sat in front of the easel and was training his left hand to paint.

"Mr. Thomas, are you working? Miranda told me to clean your studio before going out."

Thomas had been wearing a blue silk nightgown since he got up early. He came to the studio to work directly after breakfast without even changing his clothes. Miranda told him several times that this was not in line with etiquette, but he turned a deaf ear.

Because his right hand was injured and unable to move, he was unable to create. These days, he was very angry.

His train of thought was interrupted, and he was about to get angry subconsciously. Suddenly he thought of who the person was, so he endured it without looking back, and said in a cold voice: "As you wish."

Yang Yi walked into the studio carrying a bucket and a rag. This was her first time entering here. As soon as she entered, she was attracted by the paintings and various strange sculptures placed against the wall.

The studio is very large, occupying more than half of the second floor, covering more than 100 square meters. The four opposite windows face the front and back gardens, making the entire studio bright and spacious. But because it is crowded with paintings and unfinished sculptures, it looks very messy.

Yang Yi suddenly didn't know where to start.

Maybe Mr. Thomas is that kind of avant-garde artist... Yang Yi thought.

These paintings and sculptures are full of surreal forms, and Yang Yi really couldn't understand them for a while.

Most of the paintings appear strange and grotesque, and some clearly use realistic techniques, but everything in the paintings is absurd, contrary to reason, and out of touch with convention. There is no trace of reality, only mystery, absurdity and weirdness.

For example, in the painting that Yang Yi is looking at now, the whole picture is divided into two parts, one part depicts the underground world, and the other part depicts the above-ground world. The main body of the picture is a dinosaur. The dinosaur's limbs are underground and look like fossils, but the dinosaur's body is on the ground, with its skin and flesh intact. There is a raging fire burning on its back.

For example, another one shows a strange face, as if it was peeled off someone's face, but there is no blood or flesh. This face showed a weird smile, as if it was still alive. It was supported by twisted branches and placed on a display stand.

There is also a painting, which looks like a woman's body from a distance, but looks like a spliced ​​combination of several twisted women's faces. Some of these faces are smiling gently, some are expressionless, and some look like... is crying.

Yang Yi said that although he couldn't understand it, he was shocked.

At first she could clean and read at the same time, but later she simply forgot to clean and stood in front of the painting, deep in thought.

Somehow, ever since Yang Yi came in, Thomas could no longer quietly train his left hand to paint.

He used his peripheral vision to observe Yang Yi's movements, especially her expression when she looked carefully at her paintings.

He didn't know why he did this.

When he saw Yang Yi's face full of doubts, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart. Most people don't understand surrealist paintings and avant-garde art, and some even denounce them as sensationalism, so he wasn't surprised by the confusion on her face, but he was a little disappointed deep down.

As for why he was disappointed, he deliberately ignored it.

When Yang Yi showed a thoughtful expression, he couldn't help but feel happy again, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up, as if to say, "Okay, you're not that bad after all."

Yang Yi was immersed in the weird world created by these paintings, and she had a strange feeling, as if these paintings were not painting anything real, but a kind of dream, an irrational world, beyond experience. Something, she saw something real but unreal through the surface.

Overall, these paintings are full of metaphors and symbols that are at odds with reality, yet possess a certain sense of eternity that transcends time and space.

Suddenly, a painting attracted Yang Yi's attention.

As soon as this painting came into view, her heart felt as if she had been hit hard by a heavy hammer.

It is still a magical and grotesque painting. The picture is actually very simple, just the sky and the forest. But the sky is round. If you look carefully, the sky is actually the earth, the blue sky is the ocean, and the white clouds are the land. Under the sky is a black forest, revealing a dark and terrifying atmosphere. There was a child huddled in the forest, with a bonfire lit in front of him, and he was looking at the sky thoughtfully.

The strangest thing is that the bright blue sky and white clouds occupy most of the picture, but they seem to be pressing down on the black forest and the little boy. Although the black forest seems so spooky and terrifying, it is surrounded by a protective attitude. Child.

Seeing this painting, Yang Yi seemed to have caught something and fell into deep contemplation.

Seeing that she had been staying in front of the painting for a long time, Thomas finally couldn't bear it any longer. He came over condescendingly, raised his neck, and asked her condescendingly, "What? Do you have any questions?"

Yang Yi hadn't recovered from his thoughts at this time, and murmured, "What does this painting mean?"

"There are a thousand Hamlets for a thousand readers. Whatever you think it means, that's what it means." Thomas replied lightly.

Yang Yi finally came back to her senses. She looked at Thomas and guessed: "The blue sky represents modern civilization? The black forest represents a primitive culture? The children represent us humans? Does it mean that we are suppressed by modern civilization and often feel lonely and helpless?" Yes, but in fact primitive civilization is the source of our lives?”

Thomas was noncommittal, neither agreeing nor refuting.

Thomas didn't answer, and Yang Yi stopped paying attention to him. In fact, this was not what she really thought.

She got a little inspiration from this kind of painting, and this revelation was related to her current predicament.

In the dark, she felt that she was about to undergo some changes because of this revelation. But at present, this revelation was just a grass seed that fell into the ground. It might sprout under the nourishment of sunshine and rain, or it might simply suffocate to death. .

In order to grasp this vague realization, Yang Yi ignored Thomas. She browsed all the paintings while cleaning. She stayed in Thomas's studio all afternoon, staring at these paintings and thinking hard. , wanting to fish out a fallen sword from the sea of ​​his deep thoughts.