Countdown to 320 seconds,

"The Little Prince" exploded before his eyes, and thousands of texts seemed to be the zeros and 1s of the hacker's computer screen, sliding rapidly through the light curtain of his mind.

Gu Weijing didn't need to bother to read the letters and words one by one.

Every sentence and every line of Saint-Exupéry's pen resounded in his heart at the same time.

In a moment's time,

Words are out of the cage of paper,

They thread each other's needles, the cones of emotion overlap with each other, and love and hate are superimposed on each other, like a giant net under the hood.

In the past, when he used the excellent art of painting and calligraphy to appreciate the artwork,

The system can always start a painting from small brushstrokes and ink dots, and break it down into the most essential elements on the light curtain in the mind.

And now,

The light curtain in Gu Weijing's mind - it melted in the fiery words full of emotion under the pen of the great writer.

It's no longer a two-dimensional plane like a movie screen.

Light curtain decomposition and deformation...... It becomes a whole living three-dimensional space.

In Gu Weijing's mind, a magnificent theater-like temple of thinking appeared.

The stage of this palace - the whole universe called "The Little Prince" is contained.

Countdown to 306 seconds,

Gu Weijing's mind began to shuttle between the universe woven by the giant web of words.

The little prince, the king, the rose, the fox and the drunkard.

Every character whose name has appeared in the fairy tale has turned into a figure-like physical doll villain, jumping on the stage of his thinking hall and can't wait to appear.

They're noisy, they're noisy.

The tidal noise surged around Gu Weijing's mind, as if there were a thousand silver wind chimes swaying in the wind at the same time.

All the fairy tale villains have been wound up,

According to the author's fate script, he plays his role at a glance.

All the stage plays that Gu Weijing had ever seen were completely incomparable to the scene in front of him at this moment.

Compared with the true performance of those laughing and scolding little puppets, even the most profound directors and the most devoted old drama bones are only worthy of superficial imitation of the characters.

And Gu Weijing is the only audience for this grand and enthusiastic drama.

He watched forty-three sunsets from a small asteroid the size of a house, B612, the size of a house. In the next second, he had a conversation with the strange king with a straight face, and then in an instant, Gu Weijing appeared under the baobab tree again, and a bud of a rose broke out of the ground at his feet......

The storyline of "The Little Prince" is like a stage play that is being fast-forwarded at a thousand-fold speed.

The ever-changing landscape is like a giant kaleidoscope that turns.

Countless streamers,

appeared in front of Gu Weijing's eyes.

is just more than 50,000 words, but it contains infinite space, allowing him to wander through it.

In the real world,

The lively play lasted about three and a half minutes.

Just three and a half minutes,

Gu Weijing felt that his familiarity with the plot of the entire Little Prince story was more than the sum of all the previous ones.

Skills are far from over.

Countdown to the 128th second,

The script deduces the last plot in the fairy tale. The curtain slowly fell, and the universe returned to calm after a brief period of excitement.

The sparkling streamer fragments of the stars are gone.

There are no orange-like asteroids, no flowery rose gardens, no deserts and no starry sky.

At the end of the song, people are scattered,

However, Saint-Exupéry's fairytale characters did not disappear with the stage.

They stood still, covered in an earthy yellow, translucent light, as if sealed in solidified amber.

The figure figure floated motionlessly above Gu Weijing's thinking hall, surrounded by a velvet-like deep darkness.

Gu Weijing had a feeling,

If the scene just now is to deepen his overall impression of the plot of the entire "The Little Prince".

Now the system splits each fairy tale individual character into small units.

The imprisoned characters in these light clusters are alive,

They are all concrete expressions of the emotions that Saint-Exupéry poured into each of the characters in his works.

A century after the disappearance of that French literati in a reconnaissance plane, without the help of the system, there would never be a second person in the world who could so truly touch the real world in the heart of this great writer.

It seems that as long as you are moved by Gu Weijing's mind, you will pour your spirit.

Like an egg, he was able to shatter the translucent shell that enveloped the fairy tale characters and hindered their movements.

Gu Weijing can release these smart and vivid souls,

Release in your own pen.

"Hey, what do these fairy tale characters look like......"

Gu Weijing had just taken his spirit out of the complicated and flowing sitcom, and he had time to be a little surprised at this time.

He found that

In the temple of thought in front of him, the appearance of the fairy tale characters dismantled from the storybook "The Little Prince" by calligraphy and painting appraisal is exactly the same as the characters created on the knife paintings in his pen.

Are they all self-created characters?

"Although the difference between the two is not very big, I thought it would be based on the original illustration of Saint-Exupéry."

Gu Weijing thought, "Maybe it's because this is because of the inspiration bond I built from my own perception of these characters?" ”

He stared intently at the villains in these "ambers".

Xiao Zhengtai, who wore a miniature crown, lowered his eyes, next to him was a shy rose, the flowers and leaves were half hidden in the green calyx, and the four small thorns like young shoots were carefully arranged by her.

On the other side is the fox probing his brain......

"These fairy tale characters I drew are so cute!" Gu Weijing was proud for a moment, pursed his lips, and praised himself with satisfaction.

He knew he didn't have enough time to touch the deep emotions of each character.

thereupon

Gu Weijing focused all his attention on the most important protagonist in the fairy tale, the little prince.

At this point, the Muse's Blessing Candle lasts for 101 seconds.

With the pouring of his spirit,

Other characters such as foxes and roses slowly dissipated around the temple of thinking.

Only the little prince in the center remains.

On the surface of the light cluster that looks like an amber eggshell, dozens of pictures appear one by one as if they were solidified film films, flowing like a marquee.

It's all a different little prince.

There is the little prince who is watching the sunset, the little prince who is watering the roses, and the little prince who is talking to the snake......

Gu Weijing recognized it, and every frame of film in front of him was a knife painting that he had once painted.

Strung together, these films are all the stories that the little prince experienced in the fairy tale books.

"What I want is...... Cover painting. ”

Gu Weijing looked at these suspended pictures in front of him.

Thoughts turn,

All other irrelevant drawings disappeared, and the images flashing on the surface of the eggshell stopped, and finally only the scene of the little boy sitting cross-legged on the sand dunes and watching the stars appeared in Gu Weijing's heart.

"Smack!" There was a crunch sound.

The yellowish shell that encased Xiao Zhengtai around it shattered.

A large number of gold-dust-like particles fell from the cracked light clusters one after another,

Like the sea and sand.

In an instant, the scenery in the temple of thought changed from a deep darkness to a long sea of sand.

The sand on the earth was a viscous golden sheen, and the moon in the sky looked like a hazy and broken silver coin.

In the night,

Even brighter than the moon is the star not far away.

The bright pole star generously casts a silvery glow onto the ground, and the stars shine on the earth, and there is not a single cloud in the sky, as bright as day.

The air with a slight amount of moisture is dyed in the bright light, and it is dyed with a unique texture like jelly and slightly slimy, just like ......

Gently apply with a drawing knife dipped in titanium white.

"Wow!"

Gu Weijing quietly marveled in his heart.

Evening fog of this color does not exist in nature.

Unless it's a new superstar explosion in the constellation Centauri, there can't be a star brighter than the moon.

All around is the world in his paintings.

It's an amazing feeling that can't be described in words!

Gu Weijing knew that his body was sitting next to the desk in the bedroom at home.

He could see the blank canvas in front of him, the palette in his hand with squeezed paint, and the sturdy metallic texture of the oil knife in his hand.

But at the same time,

In his heart, another pair of eyes opened, and what he saw was the desert yellow sand, the bright moon and the lonely star.

Both worlds are equally real.

Gu Weijing's heartbeat involuntarily accelerated.

At this point,

He had a very certain premonition in his head.

The last touch that touched his heart was already near.

Countdown to 92 seconds,

Gu Weijing looked up in his heart.

He easily caught the child sitting on his side at the top of the sand dunes in the distance.

There is no need to take a step, as the mind turns, the angle of view is automatically quickly pulled closer like a telephoto lens, until it suddenly stops in front of the little prince.

What do I do now......

Gu Weijing asked himself in his heart.

"Hey?"

Maybe say hello first?

"You're the little prince, aren't you? As one of the most famous fairy tale characters in the world, it must be hard to be an idol, right? How far has your relationship with Ms. Rose developed? ”

"Tell me what kind of thoughts and emotions did Saint-Exupéry have in creating you? How can I draw your temperament...... Is that the shocking feeling? The big guy begs to bring! Can you tell me about the key points and so on? ”

Gu Weijing's mind began to think indiscriminately.

He felt that he needed to hurry up and talk to this little Zhengtai.

If only the little prince could tell him the main points of painting directly.

Or...... It's more straightforward, snap your fingers as if you're releasing magic, and with a "poof", it will obediently jump onto the canvas in front of you, which is just wonderful.

Regrettably,

Gu Weijing found that he couldn't do this.

There was an invisible wall of air blocking him, and at most a few meters in front of the little prince, he could only stop approaching.

The camera is fixed to the perspective of his cover painting.

Gu Weijing could only see one side face.

He could not communicate directly with the other party, and he could not even move to the front of the little prince to face him.

He was a little anxious.

On the virtual panel, only a small candle head is left on the muse blessing candle, and the Arabic numeral prompt above the system has changed to [56], which is still decreasing bit by bit.

Less than a minute later,

As the candle goes out, so does the temple of thought.

"Please don't talk...... I want to look at my stars quietly. ”

The little prince spoke suddenly.

Gu Weijing didn't know if this was just a dream created by the system.

But he really heard the little prince speak!

This is since he didn't know that the sky was high and he admired Reano's masterpiece "The Ball at the Pancake Mill". The second time I was using the calligraphy and painting appraisal technique, I heard a voice talking.

The other party's voice is very clear,

Like the tinkling of reeds in a music box, it is clear and pleasant, but strangely does not seem to be feminine, between the children's harmony of the church choir and the chirping of kingfishers in the woods.

"I love watching the sunset when I'm sad. When he is lonely, he likes to look at the stars. ”

The little prince explained again.

His voice drifted in the wind, blown away in the silvery night mist around him, which sounded more ethereal to him.

After saying this, the little boy in his shirt and a somewhat childish bow tie stopped talking.

The other party quietly raised his head and stared at the stars in the sky.

Starlight hit the side of his face.

The little prince's face looked like that of a ten-year-old boy, and he was dressed like a child who had not grown up.

But the other party's eyes had deep emotions that Gu Weijing couldn't understand,

It's like a wine jar that has been sealed in mud for thousands of years.

Gu Weijing could guess what the little prince was looking at now.

If nothing else, the other party is looking at the rose he once watered.

In this fairy tale setting, the little prince's home planet grows a pretty and sensitive flower.

The little prince had never seen such beautiful flowers on the planet, with five carmine petals and four emerald thorns.

The little prince fell in love with each other at the first moment of the rose's bloom.

He treated her as a rarity, watered the flower every day, ran around her, and found a screen as a wind barrier to keep the roses from the cold.

Later, the little prince came to Earth.

Over here

The little prince finally learned that roses were not precious treasures, and that they were everywhere in the botanical garden.

Four thorns, five thorns, six thorns, all of them are beautiful.

He could easily pick 5,000 flowers that looked exactly like the rose he had fallen in love, but he still looked up at the sky every night, staring at his hometown, imagining the rose he had first met.

"What a single-minded love saint!"

Gu Weijing thought about this story in his mind, trying to feel the mood of the boy in front of him.

In fact, when he was painting, he always felt that the stories of Saint-Exupéry were too literate, although they were fairy tales, they all portrayed some stories of crazy men and women.

Love has to be spoken!

The little prince and rose on B612, the two of them obviously love each other to die and live, but they are shy and don't tell the truth.

The little prince ran for the roses like a licking dog all day long.

Rose insisted on holding the shelf, preferring to cry silently after driving the little prince away.

This little Zhengtai himself is not angry.

was driven away, and he couldn't forget the other party, and he didn't want to go back, and he was sad all day long in front of the starry sky.

"Hypocrisy!"

Gu Weijing pouted, and he commented more than once in private.

Ahhh

I'm very sorry.

This very important picture is not very easy to write, it has been stuck several times, for the sake of the last half hour of the battle, the readers understand it.

By the way, Big Sister Anna will appear tomorrow!

(End of chapter)