16 years

Liu Ruosong had a dream.

In the dream, it was a warm early summer. He was a third-year student, and instead of doing business, he went all the way to the neighboring Academy of Fine Arts to listen to their European art history appreciation class.

This was the first big class in the afternoon, the sun came in from the window, warming my body, and I felt drowsy after a while.

""The Night Watch" was created by Rembrandt in 1642. At that time, this work caused great controversy—"

Liu Ruosong yawned and flipped through the book with his head propped up.

"Just as Rembrandt himself is good at, in this painting, composition and color shading are the focus of creation. Sensitive light and shadow create a mysterious and tense atmosphere, which to a certain extent broke the Baroque art of that period. The established law in—”

Liu Ruosong poured himself a sip of coffee at the back of the classroom, trying to cheer up and listen to the class.

"But this painting did not make Rembrandt gain praise. On the contrary, the painter thus moved towards a turning point in his fate—speaking of fate, in fact, this itself is a contradictory proposition."

The teacher of this Art Appreciation Course is a woman with a lot of accomplishment and literary background. She often changes the topic in a whimsical way during the lecture, and then changes the subject of the conversation when she is speaking, and begins to expand her extracurricular knowledge.

She has profound attainments in literature and art, she has dabbled in a lot of knowledge, and most of the extended arguments are lively and interesting, so although she always digresses, Liu Ruosong is still willing to come and listen to her class.

And this female teacher has a wonderful ability, no matter how far and outrageous her topic goes, she can still bring it back in the end, Liu Ruosong has always admired it.

"In native religions, 'fate' refers to a certain fixed object - it is a fixed number that has been set since its inception and cannot be changed. But 'luck' is illusory and unpredictable. It is even more It’s like some kind of uncertain variable, as long as there is a slight intervention, it will change its direction.” The female teacher said: “But fate itself is a word, the combination of definite numbers and variables, and the need for balance in contradictions. Isn't it interesting?"

A bold student raised his hand and interjected, "Teacher, this is about linguistics."

"Art is a course of perception." The female teacher was not angry, but said seriously: "The talent of art comes from thinking, empathy, exploration and expression. If there is no understanding of everything, then creation becomes empty talk. "

The student raised his hand down and scratched his face in shame.

"The study of characters in linguistics is to trace the history of language and explore culture. In fact, we are the same." The female teacher clapped her hands and continued: "Just as culture and history complement each other, in Europe at the end of the sixteenth century, the Baroque style just appeared. At that time, it was actually called "a product lacking classical artistry", and its artistic status was far lower than that of the Renaissance style. However, due to the background of the times, this passionate and emotional style was gradually promoted by the church and gradually became the mainstream art style -"

Liu Ruosong twirled the pen at his fingertips twice and listened with interest.

The female teacher walked back and forth on the podium twice, explaining the contents of the courseware in an orderly manner.Liu Ruosong took a page full of notes, took a short errand contentedly, and secretly sent two short messages.

When class was over, another girl raised her hand.

"Is there any problem?" asked the female teacher.

"Teacher, the topic you mentioned before, in your opinion, is fate changeable or unchangeable?" the girl asked.

"What do you think?" the female teacher asked back.

"I think this is an unprovable proposition." The female student said distressedly: "So I feel that I can't really understand the connotation of this proposition deeply, and I can't find an entry point to convince myself."

"The production of art is established, no matter when and under what background, it will be born." The female teacher gestured for her to sit down: "But the systematic artistic style that can be handed down is actually' A product of fortune's influence."

"It's the same with fate." The female teacher said, "When you think it can be changed, it has changed from a simple fixed number to a complete vocabulary."

This explanation is cloudy, and it seems that many students still don't understand.

The female teacher smiled and clapped her hands to signal them to be quiet.

"It just happened that this classmate reminded me." The female teacher said: "Then this class, the students will use "Fate" as the topic, and give it to me as a class assignment."

The students sighed and sighed, Liu Ruosong quickly packed up the books, and left through the back door after class.

When he was going out, the phone in his pocket vibrated, Liu Ruosong swiped open the lock screen, and sent a "get out of class is over" emoji to the person on the other side of the screen.

He walked out briskly, and when he approached the east gate of the school, he could see Fu Yanzheng standing in the shade of the tree waiting for him from a distance.

He was on vacation, and he was wearing casual clothes today. The sleeves of a solid-color casual shirt were rolled up a little above his forearms, and he looked like a student from our school.

There were people coming and going in the east gate, Fu Yan was tall and long-legged, standing straight and eye-catching. From time to time, a little girl looked at him, and then whispered together.

When Liu Ruosong saw him, he was not in a hurry, and slowly slowed down his pace, quietly walked around behind Fu Yan, trying to scare him.

However, Fu Yan's ears were sharp, and he heard his movements before turning his head. He easily caught Liu Ruosong's hand that wanted to pat him on the shoulder, and turned around.

"I wanted to fall in love with you at the youth campus." Liu Ruosong complained in a low voice: "Look at you, you don't cooperate at all."

"Understood." Fu Yan let go of his hand obediently, and sincerely accepted the failure experience: "Then I will cooperate next time, shall I go to eat now?"

Liu Ruosong nodded.

So Fu Yan naturally took his schoolbag, and then held Liu Ruosong's free hand.

"Why not in your school?" Fu Yan said, "I remember a professor from your school came to give a lecture today."

"It's boring." Liu Ruosong shook his head and said, "I don't know why, but recently I feel more and more that maybe that major is not suitable for me."

In fact, Liu Ruosong didn't like his major, and there was already a hint of this.

In the past two years, with the advent of a scientific research technology, the field of biochemistry is facing rapid development. The collision of scientific research projects and new technologies has created more possibilities, and the entire academic field is moving forward like crazy.

The development of scientific research projects is a good thing, but Liu Ruosong may have a free and unrestrained nature, and he just smelled something abnormal from this development.

He couldn't tell what it was like, but he just instinctively wanted to stay away from this bloody atmosphere.

"I don't know what's wrong with the current academic atmosphere. The more gimmicks, the better. It seems that you can't enjoy yourself without researching a big news that spans the ages." Liu Ruosong said: "There was a scandal a few days ago. A professor raped a living person Interventional reprogramming of the human genome . . . it's a mess."

"Then what should we do?" Fu Yan asked, "It's too late to change majors now."

"It's okay, I'll just find something I like to do after I graduate—I think the courses in their Academy of Fine Arts are pretty good." Liu Ruosong smiled at him and said, "Anyway, I first studied biochemistry, and I wanted to Research on corn and Chinese cabbage, now this research field is saturated, so I will do something else."

Fu Yan has no objection to his decision. He was promoted by one star a year ago, and his salary and subsidies are more than enough to support his family.That being the case, Liu Ruosong doesn't need to feel any pressure, as long as he is happy, it doesn't matter what he does.

Liu Ruosong took his hand and walked on the tree-lined path outside the east gate, suddenly remembered the "Theory of Destiny" that he had heard in class just now, and suddenly wanted to hear Fu Yan's opinion.

He recounted what happened in class to Fu Yan, wanting to see his opinion.

"Actually, I don't know." Fu Yan said with some embarrassment: "Maybe this is like Schrödinger's cat...? If I have to say it, I have never thought about this kind of problem."

Liu Ruosong was right when he thought about it. For Fu Yan, unless all the options of the multiple-choice questions were arranged separately in front of his eyes, otherwise he would not bother with such meaningless things.

"What about you." Fu Yan said, "Do you think fate can be changed?"

——Can fate really be changed, Liu Ruosong thought.

He opened his eyes in the emptiness of the deep sea, and all he could see were dark blue clouds and mist, with fine air bubbles floating from his side and rising continuously.

He could feel himself falling—the environment like the deep sea wrapped his body, stretched his limbs slowly, and pulled him down gently but irresistibly.

Are people born to suffer, Liu Ruosong thought.

If fate is a given law, then isn't failure too.

He questioned his heart harshly, trying to find his answer from his subconscious.

Too bad he didn't make it.

Liu Ruosong's spirit sank in vain self-doubt, as if he had fallen into some kind of strange circle somewhere.He seemed to have returned to that summer afternoon many years ago, when he was drowsy in the sun, the gentle and soft voice of the female teacher gave him a warning of fate.

If this is also a part of fate, then what is she reminding me of, Liu Ruosong thought, and Brother Fu is reminding me of something.

He tried to find some neglected details from those trivial and fragmented memories—there must be something that he overlooked and forgotten. He failed to grasp the key node at that time, so he missed it since then.

Another familiar figure was vaguely outlined in the clouds not far away. Liu Ruosong looked at him, feeling like he was about to sink into the deep sea with him.

But soon he found that the distance between him and the other party was getting farther and farther, and the shadow kept falling, gradually distanced himself from him, and gradually disappeared from Liu Ruosong's sight.

Which one of us is falling down, Liu Ruosong suddenly thought.

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Today's small tips: The relevant knowledge of "Night Watch" comes from Baidu Encyclopedia~