There is no doubt that what Mo Peng is talking about is exactly the entertainment plan of "Shuanghe Reality Yundu Shuiyi Store".
This bastard thing can't move after hearing about virtual reality games, not to mention that there is a beautiful woman who wants to support it, and it's very likely to pester him endlessly.
Ronan really didn't have the energy to argue with him, so he could only use a delaying tactic: "All the students have gone home on the weekend, who would go to the big living area to hold a party?"
"That's right, then next Monday... Hey, are you trying to trick me into skipping class?" On Mo Peng's face, he had a heroic feeling of "laying down his life to accompany a gentleman", but at the bottom of his face, he was just blaming someone else for his actions.
Ronan went directly to the restaurant, using his uncle and aunt as a shield to escape Mo Peng's entanglement.
Mo Peng rushed behind: "Monday, next Monday, it's decided!"
Ronan responded carelessly, but couldn't help but feel bad in his heart: If you keep talking nonsense, call Zhang Yingying over later and let the sisters fix you!
After finally getting through breakfast, Mo Peng has a restless temper. Apart from sleeping in, his weekends are also colorful, so he is the first to go out.
Later, his uncle and aunt left one after another. Of course, his aunt couldn't help but give instructions and also set up the operating mode of the smart housekeeper, which made Ronan feel that he was infinitely close to his mother's baby...
Who said this? Damn it, it’s Mo Peng!
These two siblings were sent by God to torture me, right?
Ronan rolled his eyes, put away the dishes, and patiently cleaned the restaurant and kitchen. During this period, the so-called "native species genetic and ecological maintenance" business also started a new day of docking. Peony led the ink,
They met with the action team of Sanzha Security and started another on-site meeting. Today their plan is to study the Linqiang District, and tomorrow it will be the Hewu District's turn.
If "all goes well", Ronan can paddle as much as possible in the past two days, freeing up time and energy to ponder and verify the latest gains.
"Finally on the right track!" Ronan sighed, retrieved two notebooks from the underground storage room next to the garage, and then dove into the bedroom, determined not to come out for the whole day.
In the bedroom, Ronan sat cross-legged on the bed, flipping through the pages that recorded countless inspirations, and then took a few glances. His blood-soaked emotions were like a fire lit in an overflowing oil well, burning loudly again.
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Ronan took a deep breath, knowing that if he didn't control his emotions, it would be difficult to really calm down and think. But he had been suppressing it all night, and he wished he was working on it in his dreams. If he wanted to suppress it again, it would be easier said than done.
"It's better to block than to open up..." After murmuring, Ronan grinned. In his broad smile, the surging soul power was like a flood from a broken dam, flowing east, west, north and south.
The sky outside the house was clear, but when it was projected into the lake in his heart, it instantly turned dark. The vast starry sky spread out in Ronan's heart, covering an area of dozens of square kilometers, and reflected the life sketches of thousands of households and more than ten thousand creatures in the community.
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As the starry sky of life appeared, the repressed impulse and heart fire filled the starry sky, and soon dissipated the heat, leaving only a little fluctuation of life, which resonated with the stars in the sky.
Ronan's mind became clear without realizing it, and he was in the clearest state. He was not in a state of concentration, but better than being in a state of concentration. Feeling the interference and resonance between his own life and the lives of others, he naturally had a direction to start from.
He did not engage in any entanglements and just followed the flow of his thoughts. At the center of the majestic galaxy, his unique visualization figure appeared naturally. The gestalt structure of the regular tetrahedron with its inscribed and circumscribed spheres was far away from the thousands of sketches of life.
Correspond and merge together.
The long river of starlight flows through the Gestalt, seeming to be completely submerged, but inside the Gestalt, there is a clear order, orderly and not chaotic at all.
Since that night in the Frost River Realm, Ronan's Gestalt has been integrated with the galaxy where life sketches converge, but it is relatively independent and seems to act according to their own rules. Only when the fields conflict will the dominance of the Gestalt be clear.
sex.
But this time, the long river meanders, and under the shining stars, the gestalt that has been standing still seems to have some subtle changes.
"There needs to be a change." Ronan was talking to himself in his mind.
Under the impact of countless spiritual lights and electric fires, his way of thinking has been greatly deformed. The gestalt that is the foundation of his body and spirit must also undergo corresponding changes to prove that it is true.
Shine the light of your mind and explore the visualization figures inside and out. The originally fuzzy feeling becomes a clear understanding: the previous Gestalt was a simple combination of geometric figures, which can be regarded as a conceptual
Expression; and now, this set of graphics has more details, the splicing of points, lines, and surfaces, showing the formation of light and shadow and a more wonderful texture.
Similar details are still increasing, so that simple conceptual graphics are no longer suitable - after all, concepts are concepts, and the corresponding idealized graphics are still too rigid.
As soon as the thought came to mind, the visual graphics, which had been filled with rich details, were like sandcastles piled on the seaside. They collapsed and scattered countless silvery streams of light in the void.
I wipe it!
Ronan's heart instinctively tensed up, but before the tension could turn over, his mind was filled with hundreds of stars of varying brightness and darkness.
That's right, the conceptual combination of points, lines and planes suddenly turned into thousands of stars, arranged in scattered directions, into a group of bright stars. The structures between them refer to each other, and as a whole, there are vague
Regular tetrahedron, regular traces of inscribed and circumscribed spheres.
Ronan was in a daze for a while. His visualization patterns changed from conceptual geometric figures to more substantial star layouts and constellation structures. Isn't this a sketch of life?
This situation is so similar to the situation when I observed Driver Qin yesterday!
Ronan wanted to bite his finger, feeling confused, dazed, and excited.
The construction of the self-life sketch completely breaks the barrier between the rules of the Gestalt and the starry sky of life. It is like an exquisite mathematical transformation that brings two unrelated fields under the same rules, further expanding and enriching the connotation, adding more
There are countless details that can be studied.
From this point of view, his attempts have just begun, and he has made exciting breakthroughs.
But on the other hand, the impact of his many years of alienation and decomposition of visual images was so real that he had to do some psychological construction for himself.
Well, for example, the constellations in the sky are never just graphics of connected light points, but outlines of people's imagination and images of specific cultures. They are highly concrete products.
Maybe this principle can be applied to "Gestalt"?
Ronan was suddenly stunned. A certain question arose from scratch and occupied his thinking: Was the object of his grandfather's "format theory" research back then an abstract concept or a concrete phenomenon?
He chose the latter.
It is impossible for purely abstract and general symbols to develop rich connotations without the support of concrete and detailed phenomena. Even if they did, it would be a dreamlike fantasy.
That is to say...
Ronan picked up the brown leather notebook at hand, turned to the title page, and looked directly at the simple graphic lines, but what appeared in front of his eyes was clearly the deep and magnificent starry sky.
(The next update will be at noon, around two o'clock, probably.)