“The first impression most people have when seeing this painting is ‘fragmentation’.”
"This feeling comes from the vertical line in the painting. It cuts off the entire painting very simply, making the left and right sides of the painting show completely different and opposite forces, just like the yin and yang fish. The completeness is full of duality. From
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 analyzed the 'swan' eloquently.
Zheng Qing yawned heavily.
He has no artistic germs, and he is not sensitive to abstract art. In addition, the author of this painting is a mystic who he is quite taboo on. It is no exaggeration to say that the only reason Zheng Qing is staying here at the moment is because of him.
Got tied up.
"Just tell me why Gan Ning and the others can join the Crows?" The young experimental subject finally couldn't help but interrupted the lab owner's chatter.
He never knew Thomas had such a hobby.
Or maybe Thomas just wanted to act like a peacock in front of Nikita.
The wizard in white robes looked reproachfully at the man tied to the table. After putting away the second full blood bag, he finally showed mercy and sped up the progress slightly.
Including experiment progress and chat progress.
"Like last time, I will take a small piece of flesh from your arm. In addition, I will also take a piece of skin from your inner thigh and your appendix."
The cold scalpel and the sudden change of conversation caused goosebumps all over Zheng Qing's body.
The good news is that it sounds like the slices are much lighter than Zheng Qing expected.
The bad news is, he doesn't have the ability to say no.
"Why don't you take a short break?"
As an experimental subject, Zheng Qing is much more self-conscious than many monkeys or mice. He glanced at Thomas sincerely: "I just had seven or eight hundred milliliters of plasma drawn. If you don't slow down a little, you won't do it."
Are 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 lightly rejected the boy's request, and at the same time added: "In addition, our time is limited... If possible, I hope this accident tonight can end quietly... Don't worry about my skills, the students of Starry Sky Academy always
I am more proficient in human structure than students from several other colleges, and I happened to have won the gold medal in the school’s anatomy skills competition.”
Zheng Qing twitched the corner of his mouth.
It didn't feel comforting at all.
"...We can continue talking about the previous topic. When your attention is focused on the principles I have explained, it is easy to ignore other 'interferences' from the outside world."
The owner of the laboratory thoughtfully gave a small suggestion to the lying boy, and then continued the previous topic without waiting for him to speak: "——The contradiction expressed in "The Swan", or the concept of the unity of opposites, is what I just mentioned.
A question that wizards have been discussing since their birth. Classical magic ethics concretizes this concept and believes that the research methods of wizards can be divided into two groups, either like struggling to survive in the jungle, or like living in a petting zoo. The former is
The research method of those fallen wizards in the Yellow Land, the latter is the teaching method of the school.
Few people can realize the relationship between the two opposites and the unity of the two - the crow has done this - and similarly, few people can realize how much wisdom and courage it takes to open up a new path for a group of desperate people."
hiss!
Zheng Qing took a small breath of cold air.
It wasn't because he was shocked by Thomas's profound thoughts - he already knew this nonsense dualism from his junior high school politics textbook - he inhaled because the cold knife had just pricked his arm.
Just like Thomas said.
His skills were very good, and his techniques were crisp and clean. In less than a second, Zheng Qing's arm lost a piece of meat the size of a jujube. It was so fast that Zheng Qing's nerves had not yet transmitted the pain signal to his brain.
But no matter how good the technique is, it can't hide the feeling of not having anesthesia.
Along with the severe pain, there was a cool feeling. While digging out the piece of flesh, Thomas had already applied a large piece of white ointment to Zheng Qing's wound. In conjunction with his body's self-healing ability, the muscles regenerated.
The numbness and itching after the flesh removal were intertwined, making Zheng Qing inexplicably miss those days of headaches.
He struggled subconsciously.
But couldn't move.
"Who is the professor?" He gritted his teeth and asked the thing he was most concerned about. At this moment, perhaps only the answer to this question could really divert his attention.
Thomas handled the bright red piece quietly and quickly, without raising his head or answering the boy's question, but continued his rhythm: "——Have you ever had a time like this, when you woke up from a dream one morning,
Suddenly you realize that your talent 'ends here' and that you can't go any further on the road to magic... Then that strong unwillingness comes from all directions, like a bowl of acid, completely destroying your confusion.
Wake up."
"No." The young public-funded student denied flatly.
This answer choked the swordsman.
"Oh, yes, I almost forgot."
A rare wry smile appeared on Thomas's face: "You have been a publicly funded student since you entered the school, and you have become a school assistant in the second grade. Naturally, with this talent, you have not yet reached the stage where you feel 'unwilling'... But for most wizards in the world,
Life is not a subjective question, but an objective question. The future is determined at birth. There are rarely times when a question is wrong and the answerer needs to write his own answer."
Zheng Qing didn't have the time to ponder the exquisite sentences Mr. Tuo said.
At this moment, his forehead was already covered with cold sweat, which was gathering little by little and flowing towards his eye sockets.
"you!"
He interrupted Thomas's voice, tilted his head, and shouted to the little banshee not far away: "Come over and wipe the sweat for me!"
The little banshee glared at him fiercely.
Then, under the direction of the laboratory owner, he obediently brought a towel over to wipe Zheng Qing's sweat.
"Just like Gan Ning, your magical biology teacher you just mentioned,"
Thomas continued the previous content: "He once lamented to me that if he had not entered the First University, he would have spent his life smoothly. But it was because of entering the First University that he felt so unwilling. Really
Yes. There are people in this world who are born for magic. They have endless inspiration in their minds and abundant magic in their bodies. Moreover, they can find the simplest and most direct way to let inspiration and magic flow out, as if they had a mouthful of magic.
An endless stream of water...doubt on your own, explore on your own, draw your own conclusions. Continuously absorb theories, techniques, magic...and finally become a monster. Well, the monster I'm talking about is not a monster in the general sense. What I mean is