the one who lives in my body

Everything is progressing in an orderly manner, and the first days to adapt to the new environment will always be difficult, so every time I am struggling, I will cheer myself up and say some very chicken soup in my heart,

That's right, it's just so old-fashioned. Of course, this kind of simple and vigorous life still makes me happy.

Every weekend, the old man will entertain me out for a good meal, check my homework this week, and finally give some reasonable suggestions. In the next week, with his reminders, my thoughts will be clear. Clearer.

I don't know if my promotion speed is considered fast. Here, my colleagues are all of the type who work hard and don't have much energy to compete with each other. We live in harmony, and no one deliberately wins over anyone. Every time I want to leave this work place to move to the next place, they will give me a friendly smile.

Not to brag, I really found that here, I seem to belong to the type with obviously better basic skills, and the speed of the finished product should indeed be much faster than my colleagues. They all say that I am a genius or something, I heard I just want to laugh, if you have to soak your hands in the ocean of parts for ten years, I believe no one will be too bad.

Anyway, soon, I had my own studio.

The old man took all of this for granted. When he visited me during working hours for the first time and said that he would take me to meet someone, a feeling suddenly appeared in my heart: "Is it finally coming? ?"a feeling of.

The other party seems to be the topmost existence of this pyramid, and it can be said that he is the only king of this mech manufacturing kingdom. This kind of respect spontaneously from the heart made me bow my head respectfully in an instant.

"Mr. Fang, I have the honor to see your... work." After stuttering for a long time, I can say this sentence clearly, "It is a miracle for me, sir..." Just as I was about to say it again When going down, the old gentleman in front of him waved his hand gently.

Sighing, he said: "It doesn't matter how powerful it is, for those dignitaries in the capital, it's not just a tool used to invade other people's territories," he said, laughing at himself, "Your I have learned a little bit about things, and I am actually very interested in your experience on Amut Planet..."

I was stunned, because the Amut star in my own eyes may be very different from others. This will undoubtedly involve some more sensitive topics. Tentatively, I turned my eyes to the old man sitting beside me, The latter just patted me on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, old man Fang is not a blind follower."

It's so strange, this obviously has nothing to do with my work, but I just said it without hindrance. Are there still such old people who like to listen to young people?Staring at the white-haired elegant old man in front of me, I suddenly felt that this world is very wonderful, and I am an extremely lucky person, because although the fate is a little bit tragic, everyone I meet is so beautiful .

Mr. Fang expressed amazement at my experience and told me not to let more people know about these things, and then he asked me about the machinery.

Regarding the armor, I didn't expect his first sentence to be: "The very mysterious 'Ammut' is you."

Now that he already knows this, I have nothing to hide anymore. I nodded truthfully, and conveyed some of my thoughts to the old gentleman in front of me during the ensuing questioning.

Looking at me, Mr. Fang laughed helplessly, then raised his eyes to the old man sitting beside me, "You are right, your apprentice is indeed a simple child."

I froze, not knowing what to say for a while.

"It's fine to talk about it here. When you leave this door, you can talk about it as soon as someone else asks." This is the advice Mr. Fang gave me.

It was only later that I found out why Mr. Fang was interested in the Amut people. It turned out that his series of knowledge about the Amut people came from his daughter.

His daughter is a scientific research worker who has been engaged in the research of the Amut people on the earth.

In the beginning, maybe Mr. Fang found him because of the old man's experience in raising Amut people.

Later, Mr. Fang asked me to meet his daughter, which might help his daughter's work.

Without thinking too much, I agreed.

In this way, it can be regarded as winning Mr. Fang's favor.

When we were having dinner together on the weekend, seeing the old man's serious face, I couldn't help but ask, as expected, it was for this matter.

The old man first asked me tentatively: "Ashu, you... have already broken up with Xie Dongrong."

No need to go on, I immediately knew what the old man wanted to say, and I quickly waved my hand as a sign of rejection: "Could it be that you want to match me with Mr. Fang's daughter, you old man, don't hurt anyone! "

As if he was not surprised by my righteous rejection, the old man quickly surrendered, "Yes, yes, I understand, I understand, am I afraid of what the other party will think of you? After all, we, Shu, are such a good-looking person..."

After meeting Mr. Fang's daughter, I want to say that the old man really thinks too much.

Mr. Fang's daughter is really good-looking, she is the type that someone will fall in love with at first sight, but she is obviously not interested in such things as love and love. I dare say that in her eyes, I am just like a talking girl Wooden stakes make no difference.

But we did have a good chat. Not only was she very interested in my experience on Amut, but she also liked to hear the details of how I raised rocks. Within the scope of her enthusiasm for advice.

I dare say that for the sake of research, she might be willing to marry herself to an Amut.

Of course, I also like to hear her talk about the Amut people, the theoretical knowledge of the Amut star, the population distribution and living habits of the Amut people, etc. Although I have experienced it personally, but sure enough, when these When knowledge is transformed into theoretical and academic general laws, I seem to be opened to a new way of thinking.

Fang Tingting, Mr. Fang gave his daughter a more popular name, but in my heart, she has become my muse, I mean, every time I listen to some of her specific introduction to the Amut At that time, the armor with the image of the Amut in my hand suddenly became alive and powerful.

When I told Fang Tingting what kind of way humans are attacking Amut Star, her eyes were dull.

Seconds later, she was in tears.

Half an hour later, she began to wander back and forth on both sides of the living room, muttering: "You are right, Tao Shu, I mean, I have seen your mech works, 'Ammut' is you, right? Critics say that this is conveying the spirit of the Amut people through the armor, contrasting with the rage and rudeness of humans..."

I raise my hand silently, I want to say that those critics are all speculations, in fact I don't mean that!

But Fang Tingting has been completely immersed in her own world. She seems to have become a speaker standing at the highest point of the open-air square. In her eyes, I have become a group of audiences of different heights, fat and thin. them.

"I think you can be a little more radical, although it does sound ridiculous to say that human beings are thinking of another race, Tao Shu!" She suddenly grabbed my hand excitedly, "If it can spread through mechs and appear in everyone's current How wonderful it would be to experience everything! Only you can do this, because now you are the only one who has been to Amut Star!"

Fang Tingting is like this. Intermittently, she will go crazy for a while. During the time I have known her, I already know it very clearly.

But suddenly, I felt that what she said made sense.

Now no one dares to resist the king who is sitting on the throne and throwing power wantonly, perhaps, it is precisely because there is nothing to make his subjects realize-now we are stupid!

In my mind, armor is indeed an art.

Art is the superficial manifestation of the human spiritual world, and it is also an excellent way to convey inner thoughts to the world.

Like I said, Fang Tingting is my muse.

After I met her, "Amut people under the tree", "Rock", "Prince" and other works, I successively produced and exhibited works.

Unlike me, who only made armors to express the beauty of the Amut people, it seemed that I had opened up the two lines of Ren and Du. Gradually, I began to add human elements to the armor related to the Amut people, as well as some My personal thoughts.

Mechs can move, and perhaps during this dynamic, I can show more things I want to express.

Sometimes, I actually don't know what I want to express, I just reproduce the pictures that appear in my mind and present them in the form of armor.

A year and a half passed.

Gradually, the mech maker "Ammut" has become the hot pursuit of the critics. They are eyeing, always paying attention to the new works that may appear under this name, and then they will disassemble it like a piece of delicate machinery. The table is general, and every detail must be analyzed in place. After some complicated text descriptions, they often come to an easy-to-understand conclusion-"Ammut" is really a mysterious and strange armor maker.

They guessed the identity behind that name, saying that they must be a nobleman with a prominent family, because according to this output speed, this master must be a madman who has been studying mechanical armor day and night, so only a nobleman's family background can Able to support his dream of being a free artist.

They would never have thought that the mysterious adult they thought was just a miserable migrant worker.

And he chose to be a free artist only because he smuggled back to Earth, and his identity is sensitive and should not be exposed.

The author says:

Rest tomorrow.

At the end of these few days, the major is very busy, and I have to write essays every night until late at night (it’s really difficult at two or three o’clock in the morning every night). The quality may decline, which I don’t want to see, but There is really no way, I will try my best to do well after this period of time has passed, thank you everyone who accompanied me.

I thought about the question about the stage name yesterday, and finally changed it. Thank you for reminding me.