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Chapter 218 - 102 Interaction and Eye Contact

Chapter 218: Chapter 102 Interaction and Eye Contact

The art student explained, while setting up the easel methodically, then mounted the paper and took out a palette, squeezing on it some dark-colored paints, which he slowly mixed.

"When the art classroom is about to close, the teacher will shine a beam of light from their watchtower to signal us here. When you feel the light hitting here, just pack up and head back to the classroom immediately,"

Mao Feiyang showed a sudden realization: "Oh, oh, I see!"

Once the preparations were complete, Mao Feiyang held the palette in one hand and the brush in the other, looking at the scene before him and gradually fell silent with seriousness.

From his point of view, he couldn’t see the cliffs and precipices, only the dark and fog-enshrouded sea.

The surging sea roared wildly, like the darkness of a bottomless abyss, and the crests of the waves, like the giant arms of ghosts, violently struck the rock cliffs, emitting fearsome roars. The accompanying sea breeze climbed up the watchtower, shaking their souls.

Looking into the distance, the black sea was steaming with white mist, layers upon layers of fog obscured the visibility, making it impossible to discern direction and distance.

In the profound depths of the sea, the mist spread like spilled ink.

The thick fog rising from the sea surface was like silent specters suspended in the air, concealing endless horror and the unknown.

The sea, the mist, the phantoms... Multiple elements intertwined, forming a soul-captivating dark labyrinth. Everything was hazy and indistinct as if dark forces were stealthily infiltrating, igniting endless thrill and fear in this gloom.

Beneath this black curtain, time seemed to stand still, with only the mournful howl of the sea breeze piercing the quiet night sky.

Outside the fog, chaos reigned, blurring the distinction between the sea and the sky.

But as the gaze extended further, the dimly lit heavens finally came into view.

The cloud-laden sky cast a sinister light, and the black sun did not appear in Lin Yi’s line of sight, as if it had vanished altogether.

The fog rose from the water, enveloping the sea and creating a hazy, gloomy scene.

The damp air was filled with a suffocating breath, as if dark arms were slowly swallowing the world.

Overhead, clouds loomed as if a hurricane was spiraling, emitting a low howling sound...

"A daytime thunderstorm..." Mu Daxian looked deep into the sky, frowning slightly, "It seems we won’t have much time to sketch today."

"Yeah." The art student next to him nodded gravely, "It looks like it’s going to rain."

"Rain...?" Mao Feiyang pricked up his ears at a sensitive word, "Abnormal weather? Should we head in to take shelter from the rain early?"

"Abnormal weather?" Mu Daxian shook his head helplessly, "There’s no need to deliberately avoid it."

"You’ve just become an art student, there are many things you don’t know. Once you ’acclimate’ to the life of an art student and understand the true meaning of ’abnormal weather’, you will know why I say this."

After speaking, Mu Daxian took a deep breath, then looking at the world before him, he said leisurely, "The depths of the ocean are one of the areas that humans have not yet fully explored and understood. In many cultures, it is seen as a place connected to spirituality and mysterious forces..."

"Many regions of the world hold reverence and awe for the ocean, with ancient peoples awed by the vast expanse of the sea and sky, often seeking inspiration, peace, and connection with the cosmos through watching the sea. This has a certain commonality with the pursuit of the transcendent in our artistic journey as well as in mysticism."

"An artistic journey... ’Transcendent’?"

"Never mind, let’s just paint." Mu Daxian spoke no further and began to paint on the paper.

Mao Feiyang, seeing this, also began trying to move his brush across the paper.

But he didn’t really have an artistic cell or talent for painting, so he simply looked at the scenery and scribbled randomly on the canvas.

However, as the sketching progressed, Mao Feiyang gradually showed a serene expression, as if he had entered meditation.

The refreshing sea breeze mixed with moisture hit his face, not causing him the slightest discomfort.

He suddenly furrowed his brow as if he heard some strange noise.

Throughout the process, he was like a sponge constantly absorbing the white powder particles floating in the air.

At a certain moment, his hand holding the brush suddenly moved, then with a rugged and freehand style, he started to smear on the canvas non-stop, slowly forming a chaotic pattern.

As time quietly passed, a fervent look appeared in Mao Feiyang’s eyes, as if he foresaw some exciting scene, but his brushstrokes kept painting that chaotic pattern incessantly.

It was like the work of an ignorant child playing with a brush in circles, exuding a strong sense of chaos, yet in Mao Feiyang’s hands, these chaotic strokes seemed to beckon some profound storm.

Or rather, he foresaw... a storm?

Mao Feiyang’s emotions fluctuated continuously as he focused intently on his work.

Sometimes his brows were tightly furrowed as he paced around the canvas;

Sometimes he ran to the edge of the watchtower, gazing into the dim world where sea and sky merged indistinctly, then turned to look at the ancient castle shrouded in fog;

He returned to the canvas, seemingly inspired by something he saw, and began painting rapidly. His brush moved back and forth between the palette and the canvas, and what was once chaotic on the paper gradually took the shape of an object’s outline...