Ayna looked at her parents curiously, completely unable to understand why their faces were so strange. Her eyelids were half-drooping, and she looked at Delin, and then at Shanhu.

Delin and Heshanhu realized something when they saw An Yuanna's expression, and they looked at each other and immediately returned to their usual ways.

……

"It's better to forget." Thinking of this, Delin finally took a puff of cigarette, which only used the negative pressure generated by the mouth to prevent the smoke from entering the lungs at all, but it was useless to try to enter the lungs, because this kind of cigarette would not produce smoke at all, but would only produce a TreMe particle that was much smaller than an air molecule, and with the air flow into the mouth, as close to the brain as possible. When Delin's hand took the last puff, the TreMe particles were consumed, and the cigarette suddenly went out, and the last piece of soot fell into the storage strip that Delin had already gathered underneath. I push the seal of the storage box up. I cleared my throat, helped my eyes, transferred the cigarette case from the left back to the right hand, still put it back in the pocket of my shirt, straightened the placket, stepped out of the lounge, and entered the special elevator door in the hospital lobby, the watch vibrated slightly, and the rhythm of one fast and three slow indicated that the priority right of way had been matched, and the number of the right of way was reflected in the elevator: AHE9B.

Soon the elevator stopped, the door opened, the elevator door just opened only a slit at the moment, from the crack in the door came in a slight echo of the door, Delin's head shook up and down at the moment when the chest squeezed the lungs, only once, at the same time, the squeezed gas did not alarm the vocal cords, it was sprayed directly from the nostrils, this slight air friction sound became extremely obvious in the silent sedan phase. Delin half-squinted, and the longitudinal lines on the ends of his lower eyelids became so noticeable. At the same time, he put his hands behind his back and waited for the elevator's sliding doors to open completely.

"If you don't want to come again, don't you still want to come?" Delin knew very well what was on the other side of the elevator door, it wasn't Salzburg at all. Originally, Delin thought that only he knew this place clearly, but thinking of Tony's "don't" just now, it seemed that Tony also knew this place very well. "It's a lot of fun." Still with his hands behind his back, Delin stepped out of the elevator door.

An interior space that is so empty that there is no edge, Delin doesn't even need to look at the guiding lights on the ground, and follows these unique paths like a nine-curved bridge step by step. The only way to do this is because it is impossible to take a step into the area where the guiding light is unexpected, because even if you stretch your leg out of the border and step on the ground, it is still in the area indicated by the guiding light.

After walking 81 steps, the original white guiding light turned red, indicating that he could not take any more steps, and Delin clearly remembered that it was one more step than 10 years ago. He froze in place, and the whole space seemed to rotate 90 degrees clockwise around him, and then 90 degrees vertically downward, just like ten years ago, and the place he was standing didn't move at all, at least he couldn't feel it.

The space in front of him was familiar, the same enclosed space from ten years ago, and he was very sure that although there was not a single recognizable feature in this space. But this time it's not him, Tony and Koji are there. And Pierre should be there, but Pierre's figure is not so real, probably because Pierre has not really entered this enclosed space.

Delin didn't greet them now, nor did he make any eye contact, because here, everyone is no longer a node of the human race, but detached, becoming an independent individual, no longer relevant, and no longer human, although it can still be called, and only here can it be called an independent individual in the true sense of the word.

But it is precisely because it is an independent individual that it is completely incapable and unnecessary to resist any attack, especially at the level of consciousness. However, in this space, the conscious and the subconscious can be equated, not that some kind of technology is acting on the brain to suppress the generation of camouflaged consciousness, but when people clearly know that they have become absolutely independent individuals, especially even the timeline has been deceived ninety degrees, and any camouflage is superfluous. Therefore, when thousands of questions are generated in the mind at some point, the only option is to answer truthfully, and these answers do not need words, nor patterns and symbols, but only natural responses based on memorized information.

At this time, Delin is not at all with his hands behind his back as when he first got out of the elevator, but in the most relaxed and lazy space, neither floating nor weightless, always using his feelings at the time, that is, it seems that every part of himself is filled in every part of the space.

All the details of the past 10 years have been activated, and there seems to be no chronological order, and when these details are turned over twice, Delin instantly returns to the state of holding his hands behind his back. At this time, he looked around, Tony and Koji had already left, and Pierre was still there, but it wasn't so real.

The movement of space began again, the counterclockwise horizontal rotation followed by the vertical upward rotation, and then the 81 steps did not need to look at any guiding lights, the elevator doors were already open, and Delin stepped into the elevator.

"The review is over."

Delin's regained consciousness was muttering to himself. He stood in the elevator, watched the doors close, and ......

Then the elevator didn't seem to work, but once again, his memory began to work.

Ten years ago, after that crazy operation, he was exhausted, applied to the organization, and returned to Shanghai to join the local government public medical structure, where he met his assistant Shanhu as the attending doctor of Dong Lao, who had a temporal lobe repair surgery. Although Dong Lao's surgery was very successful, after all, he was old, and after the operation, he closed his pen and no longer made large-scale creations, but gave some exhibition opportunities to Shanhu. Delin is often invited to exhibitions. It was also on those occasions that I met Sun Xun, Tan Derang and Saiyi's gang. Their comments are basically a weather vane, as long as their views are not unified, no matter who praises or disparages, they can arouse discussion in the calligraphy and painting circles. The exception to this is Shanhu's work, which is surprisingly unanimous in their disparagement.

"Freehand painting has long been dead, but it is still painting with the techniques of Zhao Mengfu and Dong Qichang, do you think that everyone in the world is a fool? If people still need those paintings, it is enough to admire these two people, and there is no reason to need another An Shanhu. ”

In Shanhuna's view, this kind of comment can at least show that her paintings are moving closer to Zhao Mengfu and Dong Qichang, and that is enough. She doesn't have too many ideas, but she just thinks that if painting is a spiritual release, then this spirit is very pleasant to express herself independently like Zhao Mengfu and Dong Qichang. So although every time she is in an art exhibition, this kind of argument has directly penetrated An Shanhu's ears, but between her eyes and eyebrows, there is no change in the slightest.

"Are you sure that people don't need such paintings now?" Delin looked at Sun Xun, an old man with silver hair and a lofty spirit.

Delin's eyes were very stable open, the eyeball was in the center of the eye socket, the slightest deviation could not be observed, and the dark pupils were facing Sun Xun without hesitation through the clear examination, even through the cornea.

Sun Xun's aura seemed to have subsided a little, but his tone was still so sure: "Yes! ”

"Then why is there only a few visitors in this large exhibition hall? Yes, five, three are professional critics, including you, of course, and the other two besides me, and the lady, I'm afraid, were also invited, right? Delin's pace of speech is still so even, and his tone is still so smooth.

Sun Xun looked left and right behind Delin, and at the same time, Tan Derang and Saiyi also gathered, and they were thinking about Delin's logic in their hearts. Delin spoke again: "Therefore, the world no longer cares what the painting looks like, but listens to your comments. ”

At that time, Delin's heart was beating so violently that his palms were sweating even now when he was in the elevator to reminisce. Because it directly points the finger at the critics.

"Where are the people of the world today? They are all fulfilling their tasks in their own abodes. What they need to understand the hearts of others is entertaining, and you are using your comments to create this entertaining content. But you are basing yourself on the works of people who have their own selves to each other. Look at this painting," Delin pointed to Shanhu's "Autumn Residence in Mingshan", "from the brushwork, it can be seen that none of An Shanhu's strokes are horizontal; From the perspective point of view, the scattered perspective arranges the mountains and the songworms so reasonably, which is completely a manifestation of her personal realm of herself. I believe that because this work is too 'egoistic', you can't make it too entertaining, so you can disparage this work. Delin didn't seem to be confronting the trio, and his unsparing statement ended the discussion bluntly.

After the three of them were dumb for a long time, Saiyi burst out with a question: "Delin, why are you talking like this?" ”

Delin froze for a moment, he really didn't want to answer the question, but he glanced at Shanhu, who had been watching him from the sidelines, and still planned to answer the question. "Just because my surname is Zhao."

As soon as these five words came out, Sun Xun and the others did not answer any more words. Because they know that Delin can definitely talk to them like this, although they are already standing at the top of the calligraphy and painting world, but after all, Zhao Delin is Zhao Delin. ”

As a professional doctor, Delin didn't want to stir up the world of painting and calligraphy, so he usually didn't mention his last name. But he really doesn't look down on these three arrogant accusations against Shanhu now, in fact, what is more important is the disrespect to this world.

After this incident, there were rumors in the calligraphy and painting world that Zhao Delin would reappear, but in fact, Delin is still Delin, but he and Shanhu are married, even if marriage is no longer a prerequisite for living together, but they are still married, and then there is An Yuana. This is how life comes to a climax, as he is assigned as the head of the Triple H medical system.

The busy monitoring and surgery every day made him only have very little time with Shanhu and Antina, coupled with occasional speeches and system upgrades, so that Delin almost squeezed out all the time. Finally, this time I finally applied for a vacation and accompanied them to the Salzburg Music Festival.

But just like that, he was called urgently to do an emergency operation for a traffic accident, Delin shook his head, and helped his glasses again.

The elevator doors opened. "AHE9A" was displayed on the screen, and although Delin was still shaking his head just now, he still rushed out as if he were flying.