Chapter 53

Er... Do you recognize the wrong person?

Aoki carefully identified the person in the photo again. That's right!

He was sure he had seen the right person, but he returned the picture to Wu Lixia. Maybe there are people as like as two peas in the world!

Xia Wenyuan wondered and asked, "is there anything wrong with this painting? And does it have anything to do with my daughter?"

Aoki thought and said: "When an artist creates a work of art, he will pour his mind into it. When we face a work of art, we should not only appreciate it from its external shape, but also look at its internal and experience the creator's mind. The greater the artist's mind, the greater its internal power to attack the people's hearts. We call it 'Charm' in oriental culture."

"Sometimes we find that when we appreciate the original work, we can feel some special things that move us, but when we look at its copies or online pictures, we don't have such feelings. With today's technology, photography and other art reproduction means can restore any details of the art within the range of human eyes, but we still need to look at the original work In order to feel its special charm, this is what the artist devotes to in his creation. "

"I once discussed this problem with Professor Mei. The professor called it 'spiritual residue', which can also be called 'soul residue'. This is not only a place where works of art can not be copied, but also the greatness of art."

"Picasso's painting, in a way of splitting and combining, divides a woman into two people, and then combines the two people into one and two sides. They are the same person, but not the same person. When the painter painted this work at that time, his heart must be full of contradiction and pain, rather than the love and flesh desire mentioned by the so-called art critics His split spiritual consciousness has been poured into the painting and remains today. "

"Oh -" Hu Xing on one side couldn't help shouting, "I really underestimate you!"

In her impression, Aoki's studio is like a waste collection station, not like a person who knows how to appreciate art, but Aoki's words directly overthrow the image he left in Hu Xing's mind.

Wu Lixia nodded frequently. Compared with Xia Wenyuan, she has higher attainments in art.

"Unexpectedly, Mr. Aoki and Professor Mei are also unique in the field of art appreciation!" Wu Lixia sighed.

Peter didn't have much interest in art and asked, "do you want to say that the 'spiritual residue' left by Picasso in the painting has become the second consciousness in Mr. Xia's brain? So Picasso wants to kill Xia Lao? Hahaha..." he laughed wildly.

Xia Wenyuan also felt incredible. I don't know how many people have seen Picasso's paintings. Aren't others good?

Aoki said: "Of course not!" the "spiritual residue" only depends on this work, and it will not leave the work, nor can it become a complete independent consciousness. However, if someone had planted a seed of consciousness in Xia Lao's body long ago, it would be necessary to use the "spiritual residue" in such a picture "destined" to him to activate the seed and germinate it It's perfect. "

"After talking for a long time, you still haven't made it clear how the shadow in old Xia's dream came from!" Peter accused.

Aoki's mouth is dry and he doesn't want to argue with Peter again. You can never wake up a person who pretends to sleep or convince a person who doesn't believe you. Besides, he doesn't need to prove anything to Peter at all. He is only responsible for Xia Wenyuan.

He picked up the cup on the tea table and leaned lazily on the sofa to drink tea, as if you believe it or not.

Xia Wenyuan knows that Aoki has said everything he should say. Although many things are too mysterious, he has no doubt. Only those who have really experienced that kind of dream know how terrible that dream is.

"Anyway, that thing has been destroyed by Mr. Aoki. I think I can have a safe sleep tonight," Xia Wenyuan said.

"Er... This... I'm afraid not yet!" Aoki said, "the one I helped you destroy is not its body. Because it has become the shadow in your heart and coexists with you, it's difficult to get rid of it. It's just weak now. As long as you have a shadow in your dream, it will become strong again. Unless..."

"Unless what?" Xia Wenyuan asked.

"Do you remember the words that the shadow once shouted to you in your dream?"

Xia Wenyuan thought for a while and said, "I can't get rid of my shadow unless I confine myself to the dark forever?"

"Yes, there is no shadow only in a completely dark place."

"No! I can't let the darkness cover my heart. It's better to die happily than that!" Xia Wenyuan said.

Aoki was a little surprised and appreciated it. He said, "in fact, there is another way..."

"What?" Xia Wenyuan asked.

Aoki said, "if the light is everywhere, the shadow will have nowhere to hide."

Xia Wenyuan was stunned for a moment and said with a bitter smile: "this is more difficult than the previous one, but I'll try my best."

Aoki nodded and said, "even if you can't get rid of it, don't let it grow too fast. When you can't, let Li Wei come to Ruhua bar to find me. As for the root cause of the problem, I'll wait for Professor Mei to come back and discuss with him to see if there are any other ways."

"Well, I just don't know when Professor Mei will be back?"

……

When Mei Ziqing first came out of Copenhagen Airport, she felt dizzy because of the time difference. Professor Mei Zhuo looked energetic and had a hot conversation with Mr. Hans, a biology professor at Copenhagen University who came to pick them up.

Mei Tui smiled and said that young people are too weak now. Let Mei Ziqing have a good sleep and get jet lag when she arrives at the hotel. However, Mei Ziqing was soon attracted by the fairy tale world of Copenhagen, and the fatigue of more than ten hours of travel was swept away in an instant.

Xilan island has beautiful scenery and fresh air. The trees in the city look taller than the houses. There are green spaces everywhere. The flat road is not as congested as in China. People ride bicycles freely.

When the car turned into the path, Mei Ziqing saw someone setting up a tent in the woods by the side of the road and the children picking mushrooms around.

"What a fairy tale world!" Mei Ziqing sighed.

"Now you know why many international conferences choose to be held here," said Merlot

Mei Ziqing nodded. She had decided to go back to the hotel and put down her luggage. She would go out to play. While there were two days before the meeting, she would travel all over Xilan island.

But unfortunately, her wish failed. The organizing committee hurriedly informed them that the meeting was ahead of schedule.

Mei Ziqing came to Bella international convention center with Professor Mei, who had not yet finished jet lag.

Professor Frederick, one of the organizers of the conference and the host of the conference, announced that the agenda of the conference had changed. The original final international genetics conference would be advanced to the beginning, and his speech did not mention anything related to the pyramid.

The influx of reporters began to ask what the new discovery about the pyramid was and why the agenda was suddenly cancelled.

After answering more than a dozen questions in succession, Frederick was really annoyed and shouted, "no new discoveries! No pyramids! Everything is a rumor! The pyramids are in Egypt. Why should a conference on the pyramids be held in Copenhagen?"

Then, the reporters were expelled to wait outside the central hall.

Frederick said apologetically, "next, for those whose names I read, please go to the second conference center on the third floor for a private meeting. Others, including their assistants and colleagues, please go back to the hotel and have a rest."

Mei Ziqing heard the names of internationally renowned scholars read from Professor Frederick's mouth. She had seen or heard these people's names in many places in the past, but now she found that Western names are really long, especially when you hear the host read their full names on an extremely solemn occasion.

Among a series of long names, Mei Ziqing suddenly heard a very short name. Due to the pronunciation, she almost didn't recognize it:

“ProfessorMeiYiqiu……”