Deep Space Fleet

Saying goodbye to this student Yamamoto who was a bit depressed, Zhang Yuan floated in mid-air, silently in a daze.

In the Star Library, you can see the bright and endless starry sky when you look up. Everything is silent, only extreme tranquility can be felt.

It's nice to be alone.

He has gradually gotten used to this light and weightless feeling.

Due to the structure of the human body, the blood pressure in the brain will be higher than usual in weightlessness, which can produce a strange concentration.

Now was the moment of pure reason, and nothing could bother him.

let's start.

He is trying to compare all the papers he has read one by one, absorb the essence of them, and come up with a better method.

This state is like a hunter in the forest, searching for clues of prey over and over again.

Even though this forest has been searched countless times by countless hunters, he is still tirelessly searching for what he missed.

After thinking for four hours in a row, he let out a long sigh.

I thought of a few improvements.

But the improvement plan is just an improvement, there will be no essential improvement, and it is not the big result he wants.

After calculating for a while, Zhang Yuan rejected these proposals on his own.

"No, still not..."

The frustration of this failure has become commonplace in these few months.

No wonder, that Ichiro Yamamoto wanted to be a sociologist. At least "sociology", as long as you are willing to put in the effort, there is no problem with writing a thesis.

Moreover, discussions on new civilizations are very popular, and even a large number of experts on the earth are frantically writing papers and putting forward various suggestions, making it seem like they are the main civilization builders.

"The starry sky, the sea of ​​books is boundless. Take care of the old things around you, and don't forget what I looked like when I came... Star Library welcomes you to come next time as scheduled."

Soft music suddenly sounded from the earphones.

Whenever this music sounds, the library will close in half an hour.

Zhang Yuan raised his head and found that there was no one in the room, only him and a middle-aged man around him were left.

This middle-aged uncle is named Erwin, and he is a well-known painter with a worth of hundreds of millions on Earth.

As a result, Erwin made a different choice when he was at his peak—donated all his net worth and left with the "Era of Earth"!

The appearance of this choice made Erwin's reputation skyrocket again.

Artists always need something unique, otherwise how can it be called art? Personality and moral qualities are also a kind of art.

However, after this period of contact, Zhang Yuan knew that this great painter was also confused by "inspiration".

"Mr. Erwin, what's the big deal?" Zhang Yuan asked casually when flying into the track car.

"There is no particularly good inspiration, and there is no good work." Erwin took his computer and handed it to Zhang Yuan.

A starry sky map of "Lize 581g" was drawn by computer.

What art needs is imagination and tension. It does not pursue reality, which is completely different from real photography.

Zhang Yuan took a closer look. In the glass-colored sky, an orange star was rising in the east. There were two moons, one in the east and one in the west.

It seems like a world full of hope.

"Is this our future home planet?"

"Yeah, the imaginary home planet, but I personally don't think the drawing is very good." Erwin replied.

Zhang Yuan watched it for a long time, but there was no particularly strong resonance.

He doesn't expect the future parent star to have a beautiful environment like the earth, and is even ready for an acid rain environment like Titan.

Of course, if this happens, people can only choose another planet to log on to. There are more than one planet in Gliese 581, there are at least six.

The second image is a portrait image of the Milky Way. The silver disk in the center hangs in the sky like a silver ribbon. The stars are competing to shine, and they are extremely dazzling.

Although the painting is very good, it always feels like something is missing.

Looking at the pictures one by one, Zhang Yuan joked with a smile: "Mr. Erwin, why are your masterpieces sold so expensive? It may be because my artistic attainment is too low, I really don't see any particularly good works. and bad."

"Your feeling is not wrong. I also feel that these works are not very good, lacking a kind of starry atmosphere." Erwin shook his head and replied: "Why are they sold so expensive? How do I know, maybe those who like to paint Knows more about art than I do, maybe it's for the sake of hype...Anyway, draw a random picture, and those people will automatically supplement the connotation of the painting."

Zhang Yuan couldn't help laughing.

Erwin said again: "However, before reaching Jupiter, I hope to leave a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation! A real masterpiece!"

The pinnacle of human starry sky art is Van Gogh's "Starry Night", because that oil painting is so shocking that it completely surpassed the entire era.

Any artist painting the Milky Way has to take into account the pressure of being compared to Van Gogh.

Although Erwin is a famous painter, it is still difficult to compare with the famous Van Gogh.

"Perhaps, you see the universe too lively." Zhang Yuan said with a smile: "In fact, the real universe is like this..."

He tapped lightly on the edge of the black screen with his finger, and suddenly, a white dot appeared there.

The level is not very good, the point is crooked.

And then there was nothing, complete blackness outside, just this lonely, dull white spot with a tiny bit of light shining through it.

Whether it's the total amount of matter in the universe or human cognition, this white dot is everything, and there's nothing else left.

In all kinds of worlds, there are always some lonely souls, and there are always some unsolvable things.

This is Zhang Yuan's understanding of nature in the past few months. Compared with what we have never had, what we have is really too little.

Erwin somehow felt that pure emotion.

He was silent for a while, and said quietly: "I don't know why, but I think you are a great artist? Or... you should stop doing scientific research and learn to draw from me."

Zhang Yuan said boldly: "Haha, every scientific research worker wants to grasp the true true essence of nature. In fact, this essence is very abstract. Maybe from the perspective of ordinary people, there is also a kind of artistic beauty."

Erwin shook his head and said: "I really want to copy your idea. It is almost certain that it is a good masterpiece. Unfortunately, it belongs to you. Sometimes, simple does not mean bad, and simple is actually very good. Brilliant..."

Zhang Yuan laughed again: "Perhaps, this idea can be given to you. Only the white dots drawn by you can sell for a real high price! And the white dots I drew can only be thrown into the trash can .”