Annihilation of the solar system

Zhou Cheng and Qingwen sat on rocking chairs among the flowers in the yard, quietly enjoying every inch of dusk. Just as the night slowly fell silently, a burst of melodious music came from outside. Zhou Cheng

Cheng opened his eyes, stood up and looked around.

Qingwen said:

"Maybe a few musicians passed by here and started playing on a whim. People in the Eternal City always do this. If you feel that the sound disturbs us, you can activate the sonic active sound isolation system. In this way, we can still be alone.

Enjoy the tranquility of dusk."

Zhou Cheng shook his head slightly to the beat of the music:

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"No, that's fine."

After listening for a while, Zhou Cheng turned to look at Qingwen:

"By the way, Qingwen. Everyone in this Eternal City is versatile, and you should be no exception."

Qingwen said brightly:

"Of course! Throughout our youth's education, art education accounts for a large proportion. Especially in college, most of the time between the transmission of science and engineering knowledge is spent studying art courses."

Zhou Cheng asked:

"Hey, by the way. How do you study art courses? Do you use knowledge transmission equipment like science and engineering courses?"

Qingwen smiled and shook her head:

"Of course not, art and science and engineering are different. Science and engineering are rigorous logical closed-loop knowledge based on thought experiments, and 11 can only equal 2. This makes it simple and efficient to transfer knowledge and write it into memory.

Art courses not only require using your brain, but also your hands. In addition to experience accumulation, creative inspiration, and muscle memory that is not completely controlled by the brain.

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These things cannot be given to you directly by the knowledge transmission device, just like you can learn how to write the Schrödinger equation through the knowledge transmission device, but you cannot write it as beautifully as a calligrapher."

Zhou Cheng nodded as if understanding, and asked again:

"Then what method do you use to study art courses?"

Qingwen said proudly:

"It's the most traditional method. It's the same as the era you lived in, a thousand years ago, and two thousand years ago."

Zhou Cheng didn't show any surprise, he just smiled and said:

"That's not easy to learn. I used to learn guitar for a while in my spare time. But I didn't even know a few chords until I gave up."

Qingwen said leisurely:

"In fact, some people tried to teach art skills using a very complex knowledge transmission device at the beginning. It turned out that the effect was completely different from that learned through traditional methods.

And it takes a very long time to correct the bad habits formed in the transmission of knowledge. You know, once a person's memory is formed, it is difficult to completely erase it. Later, this method was abandoned, in the words of the artists

Speaking of things, you can’t take tricks in Kung Fu, otherwise you will lose your soul.”

Zhou Cheng suddenly looked at Qingwen expectantly:

"How about you show me your artistic talent? I have never seen your artistic talent before."

Qingwen smiled:

"Talent aside, I haven't touched an instrument for a long time. But if you, classmate Zhou Cheng, want to see it, I will naturally appreciate it."

After saying that, Qingwen walked towards the room, and Zhou Cheng looked up at the sky again. At this time, the sky was completely dark, and the bright stars, led by Haoyue, had already appeared on the stage of the night sky. The splendor was still the same, the brilliance was still the same, everything was still there.

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Not long after, Qingwen returned to the yard with a classical guitar in her arms. She pushed her long hair behind her shoulders, elegantly held the pear qin diagonally to her chest, and the few solitary sounds of the turning strings had already begun to sound.

Rhythm is in it.

As Qingwen's white fingers danced on the fingerboard, the melodious sound of the piano stirred the surrounding air. Sometimes the music was as grand as ten thousand horses galloping, sometimes as soft as gurgling water, sometimes as light as a whisper in the ear, and sometimes as high as the ground.

Gufeng. Although he had never heard the name of the song, Zhou Cheng was already intoxicated by it.

The next morning, Zhou Cheng and Qingwen ate French breakfast in a complicated and slightly old street shop. This was not because the food maker at home could not produce this taste, but because it was not available elsewhere.

Romantic charm.

Zhou Cheng ate the exquisite meal absentmindedly. After looking up at Qingwen several times, he still said:

"Qingwen, I was shocked when I heard you play the piano yesterday. I also suddenly had the idea of ​​learning classical guitar. I don't know if it's possible?"

Qingwen looked at Zhou Cheng's timid and shy expression and said with a smile:

"Of course. Everyone in the Eternal City has the right to embrace art. You can start whenever you want."

Zhou Cheng's tense expression relaxed a little:

"You know, this is also the first time for me to learn a musical instrument, and I am relatively stupid in this aspect. I want to go to Qingbei Garden to learn it. 1. It's my alma mater there, so I won't have such a strong sense of tension. 2. You are there too.

I have studied for many years and am familiar with it.”

Zhou Cheng keenly noticed a complicated expression flashing through Qingwen's eyes, and he quickly looked away before Qingwen raised her eyes.

"Okay, no problem. We'll go there after breakfast."

When he came to Qingbei Garden, the director of the music department received him very warmly after learning about Zhou Cheng's origins, and introduced him to the best classical guitar teacher in the college. After more than 6 centuries, Zhou Cheng

He began his life of going back and forth to Qingbei Garden every day again, and the figure in the fluttering long skirt was always by his side.

One afternoon a few weeks later, Zhou Cheng was enjoying the warm sunshine on the deck chair in his backyard, but his expression became more solemn because of the music echoing in his ears.

At this time, Qingwen walked out of the room with a fruit plate. Zhou Cheng turned up the volume and played a section, and then asked:

"what do you think?"

pQingwen said with a smile:

"I think it's okay."

Zhou Chengyi sat up with an unhappy expression:

"It's okay! The melody is out of tune and the rhythm is off-beat. Can this be called okay?"

Qingwen still had a smile on her face:

"Don't be anxious, art learning is a slow process, and it's always like this in the beginning."

Zhou Cheng said angrily:

"I almost believed you. I heard the performance of my classmates around the same time as I was in school. Hey, I have some artistic talent!"

Qingwen laughed and said:

"Don't be discouraged, time will help you a lot. What we don't lack most now is endless time."

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Zhou Cheng kept shaking his head:

"There was a saying at that time that if you try hard in the wrong direction, you will make progress if you stop."

Hearing Zhou Cheng's words, Qingwen looked worried and was about to speak. Zhou Cheng turned to Qingwen and said seriously:

"How about I change my profession and try again?"

Qingwen returned to her smile:

"This is a good idea. It will always bring out your best talents."

In the next few months, Zhou Cheng basically went through the art department of Qingbei Garden. Some were just a taste of things, and some were studied in depth. In the end, he only left some indescribable sculptures in various rooms of his residence.

There are a lot of random graffiti-like paintings, nondescript photos, etc.

Zhou Cheng walked on the edge of the square with his eyebrows lowered. Qingwen, who followed behind him, carefully measured Zhou Cheng's mood. He wanted to say something several times, but she didn't say anything. Zhou Cheng walked to a flower bed and sat down.

Touching the delicate flowers that looked like they were carved out, she lamented:

"I am afraid that as a scientist, I have killed all the artistic bacteria in my body a few years ago. After trying so many times, I still haven't found my talent, but I have found out how stupid I am."

Qingwen sat next to Zhou Cheng and comforted:

"Don't be discouraged. It will be difficult at first, but it will get better gradually. I think you should take a break now. Let's go out for a walk to see the sun setting on the east side of Venus, and go to Mercury to see the most magnificent scenery in the solar system.

At sunrise, go to the asteroid belt to find quatrains inscribed by poets, or go to the rings of Jupiter to find biological fossils."

Before Qingwen could finish speaking, Zhou Chengcheng interrupted him:

"No, this has nothing to do with time. When I first learned mathematics, the teacher was still teaching the system of linear equations in 2 variables, and I was already thinking about differential equations. It felt completely different."

At this moment, the fountains in the square rose with the music. Each fountain's water column held a small light-emitting ball. After reaching a certain height, the water column dispersed into a series of water curtains.

, and then turned into mist as they collided and intertwined with each other.

The lighting is reflected in the unpredictable water mist, just like the aurora falling on the ground of the square, dancing a stunning dance to the music.

Zhou Cheng looked at this wonderful scene and suddenly clapped his hands and said excitedly:

"I know what I should do!"