“The first impression most people see this painting is ‘split’.”
"This feeling comes from the vertical line in the painting. It simply cuts off the whole painting, allowing the left and right sides of the painting to present different opposite forces, just like a yin and yang fish, full of duality, from light to darkness, from survival to death... This is also what the author wants to express. She wants to evoke a contradictory feeling rooted in everyone's heart..."
Thomas talked endlessly about the ‘swan’.
Zheng Qing yawned heavily.
He has no artistic bacteria on his body, and he is even more grateful to abstract art. In addition, the author of this painting is still a occultist who he is quite taboo - it is no exaggeration to say that the only reason why Zheng Qing stays here at this moment is that he is tied up.
"Just tell me directly about Gan Ning, and there are others, why don't you just join the crow?" The young experimental subject finally couldn't help it and interrupted the noise of the laboratory owner.
He never knew that Thomas actually had this kind of preference.
Or maybe Thomas just wanted to show off like a peacock in front of Nikita.
The wizard in a white robe looked at the person tied to the stage with a blame, put away the second full blood bag, and finally showed great mercy and accelerated the progress slightly.
Including the experimental progress and chat progress.
"Like last time, I'll take a small piece of flesh on your arm, and in addition to that, a piece of skin on your inner thigh, and your appendix."
The cold scalpel accompanied by the sudden turn of words stimulated Zheng Qing to have goose bumps all over.
The good news is that the slicing level sounds much lighter than Zheng Qing expected.
The bad news is that he has no ability to refuse.
"Don't you take a break for a while?"
As an experimental subject, Zheng Qing's self-consciousness is much stronger than many monkeys or guinea pigs. He glanced at Thomas sincerely: "I just got 700 to 800 milliliters of plasma, don't you slow down a little, aren't you worried that I will die suddenly on the test bench?"
Thomas pressed his fingertips on Zheng Qing.
"It doesn't matter, your recovery ability is better than I expected."
He downplayed the boy's request and added: "In addition, we have limited time... If possible, I hope this accident can end quietly tonight... Don't worry about my skills. The students of Star Academy are always more proficient in human structure than students from other colleges, and I happened to win the gold medal in the school's anatomy skills competition."
Zheng Qing pulled the corners of his mouth.
No comfort at all.
“…We can continue talking about the previous topic. When your focus is on the truth I have explained, it is easy to ignore other 'disturbances' from the outside world."
The lab owner thoughtfully gave the boy who was lying flat, and then without waiting for him to speak, he continued the previous topic: "——I just mentioned that the contradiction, or the concept of unity of opposition expressed in "Swan", is a problem that wizards have been discussing since their birth. Classical magic ethics concretize this concept, believing that wizards can be divided into two schools, such as struggling to survive in the jungle, or living a life of sluts in a petting garden. The former is the research method of the fallen wizards in the withered and yellow land, and the latter is the teaching method of the school.
Few people can realize the relationship between the opposite and unity of the two - the crow has done this - and very few people can realize how much wisdom and courage it takes to open a new path for a group of desperate people."
hiss!
Zheng Qing took a breath of cold air.
It wasn't because he was shocked by Thomas' profound thoughts - he already knew this terrible dualism in junior high school political textbooks - he inhaled because the cold knife had just cut his arm.
As Thomas said.
His skills were very good and his techniques were neat. In almost a second, Zheng Qing lost a piece of meat the size of a gray date in his arms. It was so fast that Zheng Qing's nerves had not yet conveyed the pain signal to his brain.
But no matter how good the skills are, they cannot hide the feeling of no anesthetics.
Along with the severe pain, a cool feeling came. While cutting out the piece of meat, Thomas had applied a large piece of white cream to Zheng Qing's wound. Combined with his physical self-recovery ability, the numbness and itchiness of his body when his body was reborn and the severe pain after cutting out the flesh were intertwined, making Zheng Qing inexplicably miss those headache days.
He struggled subconsciously.
But he couldn't move.
"Who is the professor?" He gritted his teeth and asked one of his most concerned things. At this moment, perhaps only the answer to this question can truly divert his attention.
Thomas handled the bright red piece quietly and quickly, without looking up or answering the boy's questions, but continued his rhythm: "——Are you such a time when one morning you wake up from your dream and suddenly realize that your talent is 'stop', and you can't go further on the road of magic... Then that kind of strong unwillingness surged from all directions, as if a bowl of strong sour, completely waking up the confused you."
"No." The young public-funded student negated negligently.
This answer choked the knife holder.
"Oh, yes, I almost forgot."
Thomas rarely smiled bitterly: "You have been a public student since you entered the school, and you have become a school assistant in the second grade. This talent is naturally not at the stage of feeling unwillingness... But for most wizards in the world, life is not a subjective question, but an objective question. Birth determines the future. There are few questions that need to be wrong, and the answerer needs to write the answers themselves."
Zheng Qing didn't have the time to think about the exquisite sentences he asked Mr. to say.
At this moment, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and it was gathering little by little, flowing towards his eye sockets.
"you!"
He interrupted Thomas' voice, tilted his head, and shouted at the little banshee not far away, "Come here and wipe my sweat!"
The little banshee glared at him fiercely.
Then, under the instructions of the laboratory owner, he took a towel to wipe Zheng Qing's sweat.
"Just like Gan Ning you just mentioned, your magic biology teacher,"
Thomas continued the previous content: "He once sighed to me that if he didn't enter the first university, he would probably spend his life smoothly. But it was because he entered the first university that he had so much unwillingness. Really, some people in this world were born for magic. They have endless inspiration in their minds, abundant magic power in their bodies, and they can also find the easiest and direct way to make inspiration and magic power surge out, as if a constant stream of spring water... I doubted, explored by myself, and concluded by myself. Continuously absorbed theories, techniques, magic power... and finally turned into monsters. Well, the monster I mentioned is not the kind of monster in the general sense. I mean, to a certain extent, you are such a monster."