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"I saw it with my own eyes. Senior sister Yu Lanting did the graffiti on the wall." A childish voice shouted loudly.

"Yu Lanting, what does the teacher usually teach you, you must be honest and dare to admit your mistakes." A middle-aged female voice that sounded very pertinent preached.

"Yu Lanting, you have to learn from Lenin. If you break the vase, you have to admit it."

"Yu Lanting, be an honest child!"

"Yu Lanting, you did it, you must admit it."

Yu Lanting was squatting on the ground right now, with her head deeply buried in her knees.

Here again?Why here again?Yu Lanting didn't know how she got here, but this time she knew that all this was her dream.

Yu Lanting quietly raised her eyes to look at the sky, the setting sun had already set, the Venus shone brightly, and the treetops rippling in the shadows made it hard to tell whether it was the Venus or the shadow of the trees rippling.

A gust of cold wind blew around, and Yu Lanting shivered.

She can move independently, and Yu Lanting had already discovered this when she looked up at the sky just now.

Yu Lanting is not in the mood to search for memories of the past now. Yu Lanting, who has the brain of a 22-year-old, began to think about the specific reasons for the events that happened that year.

Her personality has always been that she doesn't want to explain more to others. Even if some things were misinterpreted when she was a child, she didn't bother to clarify them.

Even the kindness of nature is often misinterpreted as indifference.In fact, she really doesn't want to be kind to humans, she just wants to be kind to the world.

Yu Lanting is really not indifferent, she is just indifferent and alienated.Indifference may refer to the lack of a little empathy and compassion, which she actually has in abundance.Not only for all things in the world, but also for a part of human beings in the world, she is equally willing to give rich love.

Yu Lanting understood that when something like this happened, it was not his fault.But did those adults know that this was a grievance or was it just a misunderstanding?

Back then, the graffiti on the wall could only be described as graffiti, which was completely different from her painting style.She didn't bother to paint that kind of inferior graffiti after she was four years old.

When Yu Lanting was a child, she often squatted in a corner and drew pictures, but not indoors but outdoors, because she was sketching.

As early as in kindergarten, Yu Lanting was found to be able to restore the children's paintings she copied to the same extent as those of her peers who printed on transparent paper.

In the second grade, she just enrolled in the drawing class and learned sketching for a period of time out of interest, so she also had a certain drawing foundation.

Later, Yu Lanting only thought that she had an innate ability to understand the natural world, so she was also good at science.

She never considered her talent for painting, and was never valued for it.After all, the general learning environment assumes that only students who are not good at cultural subjects will become art students.Even Yu Lanting herself looked down on art back then. Since she had good grades in science, she didn't bother to be a low-level painter.

Now she should still be carrying her sketches of campus scenery with oil pastels in her schoolbag. If you compare them with the graffiti on the wall, it is easy to find that they are not from the same hand.

But it is really easy to change from high to low. The other party must not be able to draw at her sketching level, and vice versa.For graffiti, she just disdains to draw, not because she has no ability to draw.

If she gives these evidence, is it enough to prove her innocence?

"Teacher, I saw it with my own eyes. Senior sister Yu Lanting was scribbling on the wall." A short boy in the corner said so.

Yu Lanting looked up, after all, it was because someone personally testified at that time, otherwise the teachers would not have believed it was her.

Under the dim moonlight, the short boy put his hands into his trouser pockets uneasily.He seemed to be digging out something, and his movements were quite cautious.He also looked left and right, as if he was afraid that others would know his little tricks.

Yu Lanting smiled knowingly, stood up, and walked forward voluntarily.

"Wang Xiuming, take out your hand and show it to your sister, okay?" Yu Lanting said calmly, she still remembered the name of the little boy back then.After all, Yu Lanting's elementary school is very small, with only one or two classes in each grade.Although Yu Lanting was not a child who was good at socializing, in her memory, they were all students who were picked up one hour after school because their parents were busy. This hour of waiting was also the so-called crime time.

This hour is enough for Yu Lanting to finish her homework, and then she either goes into the grass to observe tiny creatures that others never notice like Fabre did back then, or mixes various paints to paint on a blank homework book, or even Sometimes grass leaves and flower petals of various colors were crushed by her and used as paint.

Perhaps it is because she is the only one who engages in creative activities that others cannot understand, so it is easy to be misinterpreted as the perpetrator of this incident.

As soon as Yu Lanting said this, the teachers around her immediately looked at her suspiciously.

Wang Xiuming, who was in the first grade, seemed to be malnourished and was half a head shorter than Yu Lanting. Yu Lanting looked at him, and the panic on his face made his figure shrink even more.

Seeing that Wang Xiuming refused to take out his hand, Yu Lanting simply grabbed his right hand in his pocket and pulled it out for him.

The pockets of Wang Xiuming's trousers happened to be turned upside down, and the surface of the fleece was covered with chalk dust.

Great, I didn't expect the effect to be better, Yu Lanting applauded in his heart.

Squeezing Wang Xiuming's wrist hard and turning it over, Yu Lanting showed it to the nearest teacher next to him, and asked mockingly, "Why haven't you had time to wash your hands after doing bad things?"

Yu Lanting looked up at the teacher again: "Teacher, Wang Xiuming still has chalk on his fingers and in his trousers pocket. Since the teacher heard him personally testify against me, he should know that usually the witness is more likely to be the real suspect. He finished painting the wall, and before he could wash his hands, he wanted to hide the traces of the crime in his trouser pocket. He testified against me with convincing words in order to try to escape the suspicion himself.”

"I didn't wash my hands in the previous hour. I still have the smell of oil pastels on my hands. The teacher can smell it. I know that oil pastels are not afraid of washing. But I also have traces of B-type pencils on my fingers. Soft pencils are easy to wash. It was washed off by water, which also proves that I did not wash my hands. I have not washed my hands, there are traces of oil pastels and pencils on my hands, but no traces of chalk, which proves that I have not touched chalk at all in the last hour."

Yu Lanting simply let go of Wang Xiuming's hands who had been struggling endlessly, and raised his hands up for the teachers in front of him to see.

A teacher closest to Yu Lanting nodded hesitantly, "You are right, I believe you." Then he turned to Wang Xiuming, "Wang Xiuming, it was you who did it, why did you slander Yu Lanting? Senpai?"

Although it was an open space, Wang Xiuming seemed to be driven into a corner.His eyes were erratic, he hesitated and couldn't speak.

For a long time, under the eyes of the teachers, he had to admit: "It's... because she often hides in the corner to draw pictures secretly, and she doesn't like to talk. At that time... I was talking to my classmates. I scribbled when I had a fight, and I didn’t realize I was done until I finished drawing. I couldn’t think of a way to make it up, so I had to..."

Yu Lanting shook his head contemptuously, a first grader would have such scheming.Hehe, she never had such complicated schemes in the whole elementary school.

"Teacher, I do often squat in the corner to draw, but I always turn my back to the corner instead of painting on the wall. And I paint in the corner outdoors, because I am sketching." Yu Lanting said as he untied the I took out my drawing book in my schoolbag, and turned to the picture with the date written on it, "After school today, I finished my math homework in 5 minutes, finished my Chinese homework in 15 minutes, and drew this picture in 40 minutes. painting."

The teacher took the drawing book handed over by Yu Lanting, and Yu Lanting continued: "I was in the classroom when I wrote my homework, and my classmates can testify. The place where I draw can be easily found through this sketch. There is a long distance to the building. And this painting really has to take 40 minutes to complete, and I don’t have any time to commit crimes. The lower right corner of the painting is today’s date, and there are previous paintings in front of it. Recently, I draw one every day, so the date is continuous."

Yu Lanting was still adding and defending, but the teachers had already focused all their attention on the painting.

After a while, several teachers came over from the side to look at Yu Lanting's painting book, and couldn't help but wonder: "Look, is this really drawn by an 8-year-old child? This painting looks so real!"

An art teacher who usually looks quite cold also took the initiative to look closely at Yu Lanting's paintings, and asked Yu Lanting: "I seem to have heard you talking about the classification of pencils, isn't it?"

"Yeah, but isn't this common sense? B pencil marks on fingers are easily washed off by water, whereas H pencils are not easy to wash off. I know that H pencils are more suitable for outlines, but this is because I To paint with oil pastels, it is difficult to cover hard pencil marks with oil pastels, so it is better to start out with soft pencils for outlines.”

The usual high-cold art teacher bent down to listen carefully to Yu Lanting, and it was easier for Yu Lanting to point to the picture to explain: "The world in our eyes is not made up of lines and outlines, but is made up of shapes and colors. When I first started drawing, it was for convenience. I'm going to draw the lines, but when it comes time to paint I also have to eliminate these line boundaries that don't exist in the real world."

"Is this the method you use when you draw?" the art teacher asked softly. Yu Lanting never knew that this noble-looking art teacher would speak in such a tone.

"Also. When we draw in the Western style, we use focal perspective. But in fact, when we see the world with both eyes, it is not strictly focal perspective. Wherever our eyes see, there is an annihilation. point, so there are countless vanishing points in our field of vision. We see the world with eyes, not only one-point perspective, two-point perspective, three-point perspective... even infinite point perspective. But since I have selected the focal point in advance When drawing in perspective, the eyes cannot look left and right, and then generate redundant vanishing points. I must try my best to make the picture in the field of view conform to the focal perspective. Assuming that a vanishing point in line with the focal perspective is generated in the field of view, in most cases there is only one vanishing point point. There is another interesting thing,” Yu Lanting pointed to the end of a garden in the picture, “There used to be a trash can here, but I didn’t draw it in. It’s not that I have a problem with the trash can, but because the outside of the trash can There was still a lot of rubbish around and I was upset looking at it. So I lengthened the garden again to fill in the gap.”

The art teacher looked at Yu Lanting with wide and beautiful eyes, and her eyes seemed to be shining.

Yu Lanting can understand her mood at the moment, after all, Yu Lanting is about the same age as her and is also a 22-year-old adult.

Yu Lanting's behavior just now must be very similar to a certain "ten thousand years primary school student" who accidentally took medicine and turned into a child.In fact, Yu Lanting's current situation is indeed similar.

Although the lifelike sketches were indeed drawn by her when she was 8 years old, Yu Lanting did not know about this theory until later, and Yu Lanting would never be able to explain it when she was 8 years old.

Perhaps the art of painting is to have feelings first, and then the rules and theories are artificially defined by the artist.

"After school this Friday, come to the studio on the top floor." The art teacher looked like he had discovered a treasure, and said this sentence with a sigh.

"No, I want to be a scientist when I grow up, not an artist." Just as Yu Lanting said it, he suddenly realized that what he said was secondary school.

Fortunately, Yu Lanting is now using the body of an 8-year-old child, and he is in the second grade.

"There is no distinction between high and low occupations, how can you talk like this?" A teacher next to him earnestly taught.

"Isn't it taught by adults?" Another teacher whispered.

"Aren't artists bad? Don't you think Da Vinci is not an artist?" The teacher just now continued to teach.

"Oh, I see." Yu Lanting nodded, still not going to talk about things that elementary school students don't understand.

Who is not good to give an example, but Da Vinci is an example. Is Da Vinci a pure artist?Da Vinci achieved more in physics or physiology alone than a pure physicist or biologist.

In fact, in elementary school texts, Renaissance artists and scientists still appear equally. It is not until junior high school that children can understand that public opinion's positioning of art is low-level through the concept of adults.

As night fell, Yu Lanting looked at the starry sky and began to imagine the infinite possibilities of life.

Her parents were not strict rules.If Yu Lanting had insisted on taking the path of art back then, she would not have received any hindrance from her family.

Why must she become a "scientist" who "uses nature"?Isn't it more suitable for her to be an "artist" who "praises nature" silently?

It turns out that there is still the same filth in her consciousness as other human beings?She has never thought of contributing to mankind, is it just because the social status of a scientist is more honorable?

"Such a smart child, if you take him to be an art student, aren't you harming him?" There was a soft whisper, and someone was talking to the art teacher.

Yu Lanting recognized that this voice was exactly the same as the teacher who just said that "professions do not distinguish between high and low".

Hehe, Yu Lanting is too lazy to say anything to these hypocritical adults now.

It doesn't matter, her real life trajectory has not changed yet.In the dream, ask yourself if your consciousness is dirty?It doesn't matter, it doesn't make sense.

With the cool breeze blowing around, Yu Lanting roamed around the former elementary school campus in the dream, as if he felt a temporary freedom of movement.

Like experiencing a big game, Yu Lanting strolled through the scene of the game in a relaxed mood.

The false past that is too imitative of the real is intertwined and reappeared in the dream. In the distance, the poplar trees that seem to be directly in the sky are shaking their leaves in the twilight night. A phantom that lives forever in memory.

In the north of the sky, each star of the Big Dipper is bright enough to be clearly identified by the naked eye, and as the half tail of the constellation Ursa Major, the outline of the constellation Ursa Major is also clearly visible.

Yu Lanting took the opportunity to appreciate the night sky at the beginning of the 21st century. Before the atmosphere was severely damaged, before her eyes became short-sighted, Yu Lanting almost wanted to seize the opportunity of this dream and looked up to the long-lost real universe with hope.

Yu Lanting also knew about astronomy since she was a child, but she was willing to imagine that the constellations above the sky were really cute little animals.In her field of vision, she connected the lines drawn on the star map, imagining that they were really like living beings living harmoniously and happily above the sky.She fantasizes about the stories that happened between them, and the wonderful ideas may become a fairy tale or an epic.

Yu Lanting knew clearly that she did not time travel, but was in a dream.She found each constellation in the sky one by one, and it was clear and certain, which meant that it was actually her memory.

She couldn't remember when and where she had been, but she had engraved the sky full of stars in her mind.

She couldn't draw or recall the entire star map, but she got a complete refraction in the dream unintentionally.

She doesn't know how wonderful memory is, and she doesn't even know what memory she actually has.

She couldn't remember when and where she was in the past, but she engraved the scene of the sky deep in her soul.

There were bursts of chatter from people around, some were dealing with matters related to Wang Xiuming, and some were planning to leave.

Yu Lanting is very relaxed now, but no one came to comfort her and apologize for wronging her.

After all, even if a hypocritical adult is well aware of his mistakes, he would not bother to apologize to his children.

Yu Lanting is not really a child, and she doesn't bother to care about such trivial matters.

She only heard several school leaders and teachers chasing after Wang Xiuming, repeatedly explaining the compensation.

"Let's go, I'll go to the bathroom first." Yu Lanting overheard a whisper.

Seeing several female teachers walking towards the toilet, Yu Lanting caught a glimpse of a man out of the corner of his eye, and couldn't help being startled.

That beast in clothes was actually among the crowd in the direction of the women's restroom, so it's not going to follow to the women's restroom, right?

Yu Lanting gritted her teeth fiercely, thinking that her current situation should be equivalent to that of a Wannian primary school student, and just now she successfully cleared up her grievances.

Maybe she can also do what Wannian elementary school students often do, try to find that beast in clothes.

The other party is also in his twenties now, Yu Lanting is not afraid that he will not be able to fight against him.

Yu Lanting even had a bolder idea, even if he used himself as a bait, he would try to set a trap to trap the other party.

Just as he was thinking this way, the entire night sky before Yu Lanting's eyes collapsed like a curtain.