[Yuanshen] After full favorability, the dimension wall is broken

Chapter of Abedo's Invitation to Cinnabar

Act IV: The Gardens at Argenteuil

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——“My heart is stretched like a string——”

——"As soon as you appeared, it kept playing."

——"If so, we will meet in the garden of Argenteuil."

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Although this park is not far from your home, but when you really search for memory, you find that you have never been here.

Needless to say about working days; as for rest days, the reason for your work makes the distinction between working days and rest days already so high.Apart from rushing around for work and thinking about it, you are usually alone at home playing games, watching TV shows, occasionally being poked by friends, and then like a woken up, asking questions "What happened, what happened?", while following the vines to go to the melon field to eat melons.

The park is quiet, but not deserted.The blue sky spread far away, and the sun was hanging on it.The snow from last night has not completely melted, and it hangs sparsely on the branches.Many evergreen trees and pine trees are planted in the park, adding a touch of green to the world of white and blue.

Not far away, there are a few old people who seem to be exercising in the morning; a little further on, a bronze cow is surrounded by a fence, and a child is curiously trying to grab the horns behind him. Put down your hands.

"Well, this sculpture depicts the expressions of the creatures at that time. It's really good. But why is the logo underneath the story completely invisible?" Abedo approached the sculpture and leaned over to look at it with great interest. Look at the sign that says below.

You also went up to look at the signboard, which wrote some short stories praising the spirit of laborers, and you were a little dumbfounded for a moment.

Just when you were thinking about how to explain the connection between the image of "cow" and the spirit of diligence and dedication of the laborers to Mr. Abedo, the little boy suddenly rushed towards you with excitement:

"Wow! Such a beautiful big brother!"

He ran to Abedo, raised his head and blinked his eyes: "Big brother, are you a foreigner?"

You looked at Abedo nervously, but he smiled at you with some relief, then looked at the little boy, and nodded gently: "Yes."

The little boy's grandmother also followed, said "sorry" to Abedo with some embarrassment, and was about to take the little boy away.The little boy refused, so he pursed his mouth as if he was about to cry.

"No, no, no—I want to see foreigners—"

When you were about to go over to comfort the little boy, you saw that Abedo had already bent down slightly, his blue eyes were gentle and peaceful: "Thank you for complimenting me, I am very happy. In order to thank you, brother will draw a picture for you." How about a picture?"

The little boy's eyes lit up: "Okay!"

Abedo straightened up, and asked the old woman gently, "Will you not be delayed?"

The old grandma shook her head, she was about to say something, but she looked at the excited little boy, and finally just sighed: "Then... I will trouble you."

Abedo took out the sketchbook, raised his eyes and thought for a moment, then took out a pen and began to sketch in the notebook.

The rising sunlight gradually spreads the sunlight generously to the whole park.It shines on the bronze bull, and the horns shine with fiery light; it shines on his white-gold hair, and the hair shines like gold; The blurred lake light when looking at the sky through the cold and clear water from the bottom of the lake; it shines on his delicate face, seems to melt the ice, and it is warm spring.

The little boy was leaning against him, watching him paint with amazement and curiosity. Even if sometimes the exclamation of "Wow, brother, you are so amazing" would disturb the painting, Abedo just smiled gently and said "Thank you" .

You can't help but be intoxicated in the rare, but at the same time, precious sunshine because of its rarity in winter.The first time you reacted, you asked the grandma if you could take a photo as part of the exhibition.

After listening to your narration, the old grandma looked at the little boy's smile in a daze.After two seconds, she quickly turned her head and nodded to you: "Of course."

Abedo's painting skills are indeed very high, and soon he handed the finished painting to the little boy: "How about this?"

The little boy held up the painting, looked at the agile copper bull painted on it, and excitedly grinned at Abedo with a big smile: "That's great! What a powerful bull!"

You walked towards Abedo, smiling teasingly: "Abedo, you are quite good at taking care of children."

Abedo folded his arms: "It's just a lot of experience."

Thinking of Keli's firepower, you can't help but wipe your sweat.

Indeed...it was indeed a great experience.

Just when you shared the photos you just took with Abedo, the grandma brought the little boy over to thank you.

The little boy was not shy at all, hugged the painting and said loudly: "Thank you for the beautiful big brother and big sister!"

You: "..." I always feel that it's all about getting a lot of light from Mr. Abedo.

Looking at the time, you leaned down and asked the little boy curiously: "My children, why did you come to the park so early? It's very cold, please keep warm."

The little boy replied seriously: "Because I'm sick!"

"……Eh?"

"Because it hurts so much, if I want to come out, grandma takes me out!"

Before you figured it all out, the grandma who had packed up came over, smiled gratefully at you, pulled the little boy and thanked you again, and left.When he left, the little boy turned his head and waved at you.

When the two walked away, you put your hands down in confusion.

As if he understood what you were thinking, Abedo said softly: "The child is sick." His icy blue eyes were like calm lake water, "There is a tendency to get worse. If there is no accident, maybe..."

Your smile falters.

Although Abedo didn't go on, you seem to have guessed it.

"But..." Abedo showed a sly smile, "Maybe it's all right now."

"……what?"

Abedo took out the two brushes he had just used for painting again: "I may not be able to cure this disease, but it's okay to just alleviate it. The rest will be handed over to your medical institutions here. "

With a hint of a smile, he shook the pen on the left: "The alchemical solvent contained in this pen can play such a role. My painting can be regarded as a blueprint, and then use alchemy to transform the production process Omitting it is just a very low-level technique."

you:"……"

This, this is called "low level"? !

Your eyes widened: "Can alchemy and alchemy still do this?"

"Naturally." Abedo put away his pen, with a normal expression, "alchemy is to pursue the meaning of life and time, to such an extent, it is just to let life continue to flow along its own flow direction."

You rubbed your temples, and sighed inwardly, why do you say that alchemy cannot be abused... This kind of miraculous thing, for a top alchemist like Abedo, seems to be completed with just a wave of hands.

"Is this okay?" Although you are very happy to help the little boy, since the day Abedo told you about the many restrictions they had to come here through the tunnel, you are often worried about this "out of line" thing .

"No matter when and where, knowledge will not be restricted." After Abedo finished speaking, he paused, and then said in a very normal tone, "Besides, if you will be happy because of this incident, I want to do that too."

you:"……!!"

This person... How did this person not change his face, and say such things with a face that seems to be saying "well, I will conduct new research today"?

Abedo looked at your expression and couldn't help chuckling: "Okay, I'm just kidding. Not all alchemists are here to destroy the world. Occasionally, some people want to do something good."

You glanced at Abedo resentfully.

The photos you took just now turned out very well, and while taking pictures, you also recorded a lot of inspiration.

Thinking about it, after experiencing such a year, what kind of mood will people go to the exhibition hall in winter to look back at their life for a year?What else do you want to see?

Can you pass on the ordinary and small happiness and warmth you experience at this moment to everyone?

You are sitting on the bench, holding a pen to your chin with some hesitation, thinking hard in front of your notebook.

"Traveler, this tree..."

At this time, Abedo, who was hanging around, seemed to be interested in the tree.

You raised your head and walked towards Abedo.After looking around for signs, you nodded in confirmation: "This is a magnolia tree."

Magnolia is the first bright color in early spring. The flowering period is usually from February to April, and it enters the full flowering period in March.

After listening to your explanation, Abedo pondered: "I see... no wonder the power of life surges in its branches."

You are used to accepting the surprises brought by alchemy, you just touched the trunk of the magnolia tree with a smile, raised your head, and said nostalgicly: "There is a magnolia tree at the door of my house. If you walk outside, it will be a whole day." Magnolia trees. When it is in full bloom, the magnolia trees are like the feathers of pigeons. When the wind blows, they will flutter and fall to the ground, with blooming petals everywhere. From far away, you can smell the fragrance of flowers mixed with the bitter taste of vegetation..."

However, you have not seen the magnolia tree in your hometown for many years.

Since you left your former residence in college, your memory of your hometown only stays in midsummer and cold.The feathered pigeon trees and the outlines of the maple leaves are buried as deeply as the memories of childhood.

At this time, Abedo suddenly said: "Traveler, do you still remember our previous agreement?"

You raised your head subconsciously and met those deep blue eyes.

"At that time in Snow Mountain, after painting the portrait of Paimon..." he reminded gently.

You patted your head: "Oh! I remembered it!" You smiled shyly, "So Teacher Abedo still remembers."

Abedo's eyes were still so peaceful, but there seemed to be a bit of inexplicable expression: "...I will never forget what I promised you."

The strangeness disappeared so quickly, before you could react, he bowed to you gracefully: "I wonder if I'm lucky enough to draw a picture for you?"

In fact, you are a very sensible person.At this time, you should hurry up to sort out the materials, make a plan, rush to the next location, and advance the work process, so you——

——You sat on the bench: "Mr. Abedo, you can draw a few pictures."

Abedo lowered his eyes slightly, covering his uncontrollable smile.

He settled down, took a deep breath, picked up the pen, and concentrated on drawing.

——The capacity of the brain is limited, and people will always forget.

But... if drawn on paper, then the drawings become an extension of memory.

When you see these pictures again in the future, you will definitely be able to recall the feeling at that time.

The habit of painting was first formed when I was traveling with my master.

At the beginning, it was just a picture of the study notes.Later, he discovered that drawing details helps to understand the structure and laws of objects, and is of great benefit to learning alchemy.

Moreover, when painting, the mind will enter a certain state of clarity, without thinking about anything except observation and brushwork, which is very comfortable.

Originally... it was supposed to be like this.

He likes to record people's happy appearance.He likes sketching, recording the forms of life in the world.

The so-called experiment is to analyze and extract from numerous experimental results, and finally form the output experimental results.

Then, as a "chalk", can he also record the real "life" and use it to imitate, extract, and finally find the meaning of life like "him"?

"The picture that freezes the momentary joy is worth cherishing."

He always thought so.

From the perspective of an observer, he records all kinds of life and all kinds of forms.

Occasionally, he feels that he may indeed be "arrogant".

But no matter how he records, he is only a recorder and observer after all.

"Abedo, what are you drawing?"

A woman with a vague face is adjusting the reagent.

"Are you recording today's notes?"

"Are you writing a diary?"

"Still...?"

He showed his painting to this strict, aloof woman.

It was a painting about a corner of the laboratory.The skill is superb, the details are complete, no one can say negative words to this painting.

There are potions, test benches, and her back.

But she just stared at the painting fixedly:

"Abedo, what about yourself?"

How did he answer...

The woman looked at him and sighed:

"Let's go, the next topic has been drawn up."

"Finish it well, if you can't do it, I will abandon you."

The body of an alchemy creation made his life long and pale.Life seems monotonous, and the meaning is only to accompany Master, fulfill Master's orders, and fulfill Master's expectations.

Such an existence has no meaning to be recorded.

The process of exploring the essence is fascinating.Unfortunately, this fascinated time is destined to be just a moment.

He would rather devote all his energy to it, but the sample is limited after all, but "unknown" gradually becomes "known", and that kind of interest will gradually disappear.

Therefore, he hardly draws repetitive things.

Apart from……

He settled down.

This tree with only dead branches is already full of white flowers.

He had never seen the flowers of this tree.

But as long as he touched the trunk, he could deduce its shape.

but……

He didn't draw it.

Flowers from other worlds are indeed objects worth describing——

——However, he has already found another flower from another world.

Those flowers are beautiful, but they are not his flowers.

From now on, every flower looks like her.

Abedo's pen paused, trying to describe his own form on the canvas for the first time.

The "heterogeneous" who lived alone in the world and his flower finally met in the garden of Argenteuil.

The author says:

References:

① "My heart is as tight as the strings of a lyre, and it keeps playing as soon as you appear." From "Letter from a Strange Woman" Zweig.

② "The Artist's Garden at Argenteuil" depicts Monet's garden in Argenteuil, where a couple walks in the artist's garden.

③Inspired by the story of Monet and Camilla.

"Before he met Camille, Monet was a self-satisfied and narcissistic artist, but after falling in love, almost all the models in Monet's early works were Camille. He recorded his wife in the sun. Qianying, and also used paintings to show the happy and sweet life of the two, and these works are also the testimony of their pure love."

"Camille fell in love with Monet, and became Monet's muse and the heroine in the picture. For example, "Girl with a Parasol" is Monet's famous representative works, and all the models are him. She is the source of inspiration for Monet's artistic creation and is also the representative work of his artistic peak."

Extracted from relevant information.

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