I was a hero in civilization before the collapse

Don’t be tough, just be tough

Fifty thousand years… how dare you say it.

Eden doesn’t know what to doChatted with Noon Zero.

At noon the next day, I accompanied little Gracie to the art exhibition. There were indeed a lot of artistic paintings on the exhibition, but because of the performance art that Eden mentioned before, noon didn’t dare to say anything.

What if some of these paintings were painted by ordinary people like my own, but were dubbed art masters by Eden, wouldn’t it be embarrassing to brag like this?

However, other people who participated in the gallery were a little eloquent and a little taciturn.

“These pictures are beautiful.”

Little Gracie held Wu Ling’s hand and said while staring at the painting on the wall.

There is a kind of natural feeling.

“Secretly, I’m telling you that Eden puts a lot of paintings by non-art masters in these art exhibitions. Maybe the beautiful picture you said came from the hands of ordinary people.”

Little Gracie was surprised, “Isn’t that better.”

Noon Zero: “Huh?”

What’s so good about it, isn’t it shameful to boast that an ordinary person’s painting is the same as a master’s painting?

Little Gracie: “This way, what you appreciate is not the art master but the art itself. A painting is not good if it is called a master, nor is it bad if it is said to be painted by ordinary people. I think what you appreciate should be the painting itself rather than the artist, isn’t it?”

Noon Zero: “…”

Wu Ling was stunned by the words of little Gracie, it seemed…it seemed to be true.

Little Gracie: “So, why do you care whether the signatures under these paintings are well-known or not? It doesn’t matter whether they are masters or not? As long as they look good, art should come from ordinary people and be detached from ordinary people, but there is one thing It is inevitable.”

Noon Zero: “What?”

Eden patted Wu Ling’s shoulder from behind, and said: “Art cannot be separated from the masses, it is inevitable.”

Art that is divorced from the masses is nothing but self-admiration and will never become the mainstream.

“And at noon, do you think the artist itself is more important than art?”

Wu Ling: “…Isn’t it? As long as there is capital, an artist who doesn’t know anything can be introduced at any time. Although this kind of artist is superficial and has a high probability of being exposed by the public, it still It can be called art, although I don’t know why.”

Before time travel, there were quite a few “artists” and “martial artists” on the Internet. As long as there is traffic, there will be many people following them. After all, there are always more fools than smart people.

And most of them are famous but their art is not famous, probably because their art is famous, they will be easily debunked by the public.

There are also singers, movie stars and so on. Many of them are unspeakable masterpieces, but they are popular. In the 21st century, traffic can compete with ability.

“I am called art itself by the people because of my personal ability, and I am liked by the people because of my strong personal ability. If the reality of my art is aside, there are artists but no finished products worth selling. Can you still be called an artist?”

Eden smiled and tilted his head, “I don’t think so. After all, who would like someone who has no work, no ability, and nothing but good looks for no reason?”

In one sentence, Eden predicted the scene fifty thousand years later like a prophet.

…… I don’t know art, but you don’t know fandom.

Wu Ling didn’t retort, no wonder I happened to see what Eden said to Mei when I was playing Paradise before.

[Modern art is different from the art of the flame moth period, except for the value of jewelry and gold. 】

Wu Ling: “Are people in this era so simple?”

Putting this into the next few years in 2010, you can easily find a group of companies to push a worthless shrimp without any works to the point where hundreds of millions of people across the country know it, and still There will be millions of teenage girls with crazy crushes.

But in this day and age, it doesn’t seem to work. Little Gracio seems to be saying something very normal, saying that art should be based on the people and surpass the people.

People like to open up new ideas based on the premise, which is completely different from later generations.

Eden: “So according to your thinking at noon, can you be famous if you have money?”

Noon Zero: “It will be like this after 50,000 years.”

Eden snapped his fingers, “The nuclear bomb fell on your head, your body disappeared with the heat, only your mouth remained intact.”

Nothing is hard, just a hard mouth.

Putting aside the present and not talking about 50,000 years later, how can we still live to 50,000 years later.

Maybe 50,000 years from now, humans will be gone.

Wu Ling waved his hand, shook his head and said, “No, no, one nuclear bomb can’t make me disappear, at least seven will start.”

Wu Ling took little Gracie to look at other paintings, Eden shook his head and sighed, forget it, he is a child after all.

Wu Ling’s age plus little Gracie’s age is not as old as her own, it’s too stupid to care about children.

“This was drawn by Noon Zero.”

Little Gracie pointed to a painting and nodded seriously.

There are many tourists watching and admiring.

Wu Ling covered little Gracie’s mouth to prevent her from telling the truth.

Leaning close to little Gracie’s ear, Wu Ling whispered, “If you tell the truth now, these people will lose face.”

Little Gracie blushed a little, lowered her head and whispered, “Then, it’s not good to lie.”

Noon Zero: “This is called a white lie.”

Little Gracie looked at Wu Ling, “Then Wu Ling, have you ever lied?”

Wu Ling: “…….Yes, although only a few times.”

“That’s all white lies, right?”

Wu Ling shook his head, “It’s kind to me, but I don’t know about others.”

“So you are not a good person at noon.”

Little Gray imitationOn which point the Buddha surpassed Wu Ling and held his hand.

Noon Zero: “What about you?”

Little Gracie: “Coincidentally, I also lied, and I am not a good boy, we are all bad people, and one day we will be defeated by righteous good people.”

“No, because they can’t beat me, I am the strongest, and I will protect you, don’t worry.”

Ceng rubs her head and hugs her, and sucks Lori fiercely at noon, ah — addicted.

“You will be arrested by the police.”

Aponia said worriedly while clutching the ropes of the two kangaroos.

Noon Zero: “No, how could the police catch me, this is not the headquarters of Flaming Moth (●°n°●)”

“It’s better not to do such misunderstandings, okay?”

Aponia grabbed Wu Ling’s hand and clenched it tightly in front of her chest.

Wu Ling wanted to pull it out, so hard, so hard, emmmmm, Wu Ling gave up.

“Okay, okay, I surrender, okay, let go of Alponia, I surrender.”

Alponia: “Promise me.”

“I promise you.”

Little Gracie hugged Wu Ling’s thigh and said angrily, “I don’t agree.”

Aponia was silent, sighed and handed the rope to Wu Ling, and stretched out her hand to hug little Gracie in her arms.

“There are many bad people in this world. If you don’t listen to the adults, you will be captured by ghosts.”

“But you’re not an adult either.”

Alponia: “I am.”

You can be eight years old, why can’t I be eighteen, so be good and be obedient.

Alponia wanted to get down but couldn’t say it, the straight little Gracie who even hugged Alponia’s neck and stretched out her arms.

“The peak painter of the second dimension is 50? Are there any painters who are awesome in the second dimension?”

“I don’t know. It should be an artist who is more important depending on the location. Does anyone know it?”

“Maybe it’s an old artist from decades ago. He hasn’t shown up in these years.”

“50, an old artist from China, it’s rare, I thought only the Far East could play the second dimension.”

“The second dimension is old, and it is no longer the era of the second dimension. Take a photo.”

At noon: “……”

Listening to the conversations of passers-by, from strangers at the beginning to old artists later, some people even said categorically that they seemed to have heard of themselves decades ago.

Art is so interesting.

Eden was wearing a hat and a mask and glasses, and was not recognized by others.

“How about it, is what you believe consistent with what you see?”

Eden found Wu Ling very strange. He was too simple in some things, but looked too dark in some things, which was different from most ordinary people.

———————xxx———————

Eden doesn’t feel like he grew up among the general population.

“Hmm…not quite consistent, but roughly not bad.”

Wu Ling stroked his chin and said.

“But it really feels good to be praised.”

Wu Ling looked at Eden, “Speaking of which, why did you become an artist?”

Eden was curious: “What about you?”

“I?”

Visiting the art exhibition, “Why did you go on the road of chasing the fire moth?”

“It’s luck.”

By luck? What an answer.

“Luck led me to the road of saving the world. Well–it’s a bit difficult to be the sky of mankind, but I don’t think it’s too difficult. I just can do it, so I went.”

“Then I wish you success?”

Eden smiled.

Although she just thinks that Wu Ling is a somewhat authoritative middle school boy at the moment, she still cheers up.

“of course.”

Starting from Australia, try to save himeko first. It would be great if you can successfully transform himeko back. If you can’t change back…then try your best to block it and try to save some people from dying.

At noon, I hope that Moth Chasing Flame will pay more attention to Honkai, but I don’t want the premise that all Australians die suddenly.

Walking in the art exhibition, Wu Ling’s eyes became more heavy.

While protecting the characters that appear in the plot, we should also protect some people who did not appear in the plot, even if it is just to let them live for a while longer.