The Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York is one of the largest museums in the world. The exhibition area of ​​more than 20 hectares is a feast for art lovers around the world. The American Museum of Decorative Arts Department, the American Museum of Oil Painting and Sculpture Department, the Ancient Near East Museum of Art, the Weapons and Armor Museum, the Africa, Oceania, the American Museum of Art, the Asian Museum of Art, the Costume Research Museum, the Painting and Printing Museum, the Ancient Egyptian Museum of Art, 9 departments and 19 museums, and all kinds of treasures are available.

Li Lu asked them where they were going. Anyway, they were accompanying Duanmu Ming to relax, so they went to see the oil paintings. Duanmu Ming had no special reason, but he originally wanted to accompany Yu Qingwan to see the oil paintings, but she didn't come, so she just went to see it casually.

Li Lu likes to read figure paintings, Sikongling likes to see scenery and cities. Although Duanmu Ming has no clear goal, the rhythm of looking at paintings is different from others. As a result, they make an appointment to gather somewhere after an hour and look at their own.

The first painting that Sikong Ling likes is Pieter_Bruegel_the_Elder, The Harvesters, 1565. The wheat that is taller than people is golden, butter, and the atmosphere of harvesting is very strong. Sikong Ling loves the sickle. In Western oil paintings, the sharp and arc-long sickle often symbolizes the god of death. Most people may be afraid of such a sickle, but Sikong Ling uses a completely opposite mentality to interpret the god of death.

Only when golden wheat dies in pieces can the joy of the harvester be achieved. There is a science fiction game called "The Reaper" on XBox. Whether it is humans harvesting wheat or aliens harvesting humans, there is always one party who loses life and one party who harvests food. Everything is just a story about the food chain.

Sikong Ling really wanted to buy an imitation of [Reaper] to give it to Duanmu Ming. This is great. I can remind him from time to time that death is the harvester's happy harvest season, the driving force for natural choice to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new, and a good destination for the losers in life yearning for.

The second painting he had been watching for a long time was Cole Thomas's work The Oxbow. The highlight of this painting is the Connecticut Valley with heavy rain and clear rain. On the left is the top of the mountain with dark clouds covering the sun, and on the right can overlook the Connecticut Valley with sunshine. The book says that the confrontation between man and nature is metaphorically the confrontation between man and nature. However, in Sikongling's view, it is more like natural change and mood rotation. The place of great love is the clear valley with wide views, winding into a beautiful shape, a bit like Sikongling's hometown. He remembered the Yu River where the orange forest and vegetable beds are full of wild fun. He followed Sikongyi, Ai Zixuan, and Murong Bingxue in a happy mood. He listened to them singing beautiful songs in turn.

He had the idea of ​​buying a copy of TheOxbow for the snow sauce and purple sauce, just chili pepper, forget it.

He loved the beautiful girl as crystal clear as ice and snow, but she didn't want to come to the United States to see him once. The Murong family's barrier to American culture and life was a mountain among them.

He continued to tour with a small shadow of his mood.

There is a very interesting girl named Muslin in front of her. She said she was interesting, because she was in an open and free place like New York, but she wore a traditional headscarf and veil. The girl could tell that she was a very beautiful girl just by showing her eyes. Sikong Ling was curious about what she was looking at, so she stopped by her side and looked up. She was the work of the French painter Henri Rousseau [Feast of the Lion].

This is a male lion hunting a leopard, and he was biting and chewing in the woods. The leopard's head was bitten away. The King of the Forest was eating happily. Although it was a bloody scene, it was a very cute style. The woods were full of flowers, the leaves looked like flowers, and the sun and the moon in the sky were not clear in cartoon scores. This was completely inconsistent with the wonderful scene of lion hunting on the vast and wild African savanna in the documentary that Sikong Ling liked to watch. He couldn't help but laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" The girl actually spoke to him with the accent of the British colony, and she actually took off the veil very friendly.

Sikongling quickly looked at her true face of Mount Lu. A beautiful woman with exotic style in the Two Rivers Basin was presented in front of her perfectly, and she instantly killed all the antiques in the entire Metropolitan Art Museum.

It seems that this beauty in the Two Rivers wears a veil not entirely to abide by the rules. She is so beautiful, wearing a veil will cause less trouble. This idea makes Sikong Ling flattered. Can an ordinary boy like me still catch his eyes on others?

Seeing Sikong Ling staring at him with his eyes wide open, the Persian beauty smiled slightly shyly: "Young King, it's really you!"

Sikong Ling: "TheYoungKing? I am not a young king, but you are like a princess and queen from a Middle Eastern country."

The beauty like a princess shook her head seriously: "I am just the daughter of a businessman, not a royal family. Don't you know that you are the young king?"

The way Persian beauty caught up with her was so strange. Sikong Ling said, "I don't know. You have to explain it to me."

The beautiful daughter of the merchant said, "I don't know! That's even more like it. [The Young King] is the protagonist of Oscar Wilde's fairy tale. The young man's father is a lowly civilian who seduced the king's only daughter with a magic flute. The old king angrily abused the young man who played the flute and cruelly poisoned his daughter. But the young man and the princess had a child a week old. More than ten years later, the old king regretted his behavior before his death, sent someone to find the child, and passed the throne to him. This is the Young King. ZeroS.K., you have achieved amazing achievements at a young age. Many people on Twitter call you the Young King. Don't you know?"

Sikong Ling seemed to remember something. When thinking about how Twitter is profitable, Sikong Ling was preparing to create a web game platform for Twitter and Wei·Bo, and a small game his team tried to develop was called [Holy Grail War]. In fact, this is a social game. The stronger the Twitter account, the stronger the combat power. As the account owner with the most founder and fans, Sikong Ling holds the most powerful treasure in [Holy Grail War] - the Warp Wand. The so-called Warp Speed ​​is to use curved space as power to drive the flat space forward. This method can theoretically exceed the speed of light.

Speed ​​does not violate the principle of the limit of light speed in relativity, but achieves the purpose of super-light speed. Therefore, many science fiction novels show spacecraft powered by warp engines, such as [Three-Body]. The game designer asked Sikong Ling what powerful weapon he liked the most. Sikong Ling thought of the warp engine, and later this kind of treasure appeared. Because the warp bubble is the driving force, the designer designed a lot of pearls on the wand, which looks very similar to the king's scepter in Wilde's fairy tale [Young King]. Twitter users who like to play [Holy Grail War] gave ZeroSK the only one who holds this powerful treasure nickname [Young King].

Sikong Ling asked her name and got a beautiful answer: Ista.

Sikong Ling told her the real reason why she was called the Young King, and Ista expressed interest in this game. Sikong Ling said: "Actually, I am not very satisfied with this game. I haven't found the best original artist. It should have more shocking pictures. The shock brought by beautiful vision is very direct and impactful. Just like I was so lucky to see Ista take off the veil. Oh, why do you wear a veil? You can't be a devout religious? You should know what my attitude towards religion."

Ista said lightly: "Your attitude towards religion makes people angry, but... Later, I watched the debate between you and your American college friend and our religious group, and I felt that you are more qualifying, at least not as angry as your opponents. Don't you think... Without the blessing of the Lord, this world is too cruel and terrible?"

Sikong Ling said seriously: "Have you received a higher education?"

Ista: "I am a bachelor's degree in business from the University of Cambridge."

Sikong Ling said in surprise: "It's great, no wonder you appreciate the performance of our Godless gentlemen. Maybe you have experienced the style of London gentlemen in Cambridge, right?"

Ista: "Yes, Britain is greater in my eyes than the United States. Americans have far inferior cultural cultivation."

Sikong Ling: "I half agree with you, hey, it's too many people, why don't we find a quiet corner to discuss the great Britain and the United States?"

Of course, this is why Ista took off the veil, and she agreed happily. It is not a common opportunity to meet the young king in the vast sea of ​​people.

In order to show his respect for British gentlemen, Sikong Ling found a British Cafe. It seemed that the customers were not particularly crowded. He went in with a mysterious beauty with a veil, which attracted a lot of attention.

Sikong Ling couldn't help complaining: "Ista, your outfit is really special. Although you wear anything charming, this look still puts a lot of pressure on me. You know, I really can't stand being with a devout believer. If you make you unhappy in a while, I apologize first."

Ista: "A liar, now he is no gentleman. A gentleman wants to tolerate enemies and opponents and be elegant forever. I can tolerate you, an atheist who slanders the True Lord, you are not as good as me."

Sikong Ling: "...Okay, I see how long can you be elegant? Since you are the smart Lady of Cambridge University, then I will say three of the greatest scientific inventions, see if you understand them. First, mathematics in ancient Greece; second, calculus used to describe gravity, inventor: Newton; third, evolution. Look, there are two invented by the great British. So I agree with what you said, Britain is a great country."

Ista: "These three are great, but why are the greatest?"

Sikong Ling: "This greatest is my personal opinion. I have thought about it. Mathematics invented by ancient Greece. Representatively, Euclidean geometry, this way of thinking is to first determine a very small number of theorems, and then accurately deduce many, many inferences. Precision and perfection are the culmination of human philosophy and aesthetics.

Newtonian Mechanics. In order to describe mechanics, Newton invented calculus, allowing humans to have magical abilities such as moments and limits. More importantly, Newton established a modern scientific method of [induction theory from experimental results] during the research process.

Evolution. The most complex thing in the universe - living things, can be explained with such a simple and exquisite theory, and after fully understanding it, God will no longer have a place to stand.

The above three inventions are the founding sects of an entire system, and are still admired by countless learners. These are heavy scientific inventions that have accumulated a lot of strength. I think they are more powerful than inventions like [penicillin] that happen to collide with. [Printing] has never loved the invention of craftsman level. This type of craftsman level does not require much accumulation. If there is a need, it is very likely to be invented. Of course, their influence will be great. This type of invention or discovery at the level of [technology] is difficult to call it "great" in terms of style. Otherwise, the discovery of [fire] and the ability to make fire are also "great"?"

Ista: "I know these three inventions are great, but no matter how great the invention is, it only makes human life more convenient, but it cannot solve the ultimate problem of mankind - what is truth, what is justice, the meaning of the universe, and the meaning of life. They cannot be explained by cold science."

Sikong Ling: "Beautiful girl, why do you think about the ultimate thing? Is this kind of thinking meaningful in itself? Let's assume that there is a planet similar to the earth 100 million light years away, and it also has oceans, forests, birds, beasts and insects, and humans. I ask you now, a person in this extraterrestrial civilization society 100 million light years away, even if he is the king of the most powerful country on the planet, is his life meaningful to us? Will you care what he ate for breakfast, what he ate for lunch, how many concubines he took, and which minister he punished? I can tell you with certainty that you won't care, and you won't care. The world 100 million light years away cannot have any connection with us. This is the ridiculous place where the ultimate meaning is absurd. If a person only looks in front of him, he will encounter obstacles not far away. If a person sees too far, he may accidentally fall into a ditch."

Ista: "You mean we only need to care about daily life, salt, oil, sauce, and vinegar, and not about truth, justice?"

Sikong Ling: "If you live a good life, you can care about art. Isn't you just come to theMet today to see these? Otherwise, let's talk about art? I really don't want to refute a beautiful and lovely girl in a perfect state."

Ista seemed unhappy: "Are you so sure to refute me? In my opinion, justice is immoral if you don't care about the truth of mankind. Of course, 100 million light years or something is not our business, but shouldn't we, human beings themselves, and all the people around you care about it? Isn't people's so-called thinking just for thinking about these?"

Although they were quarreling very much, the customers around them still envied the young man. Is it worth it to be quarreled with such a beautiful woman? Sikong Ling doesn't think it's better to be soft girls. The female's IQ is there, so it's so difficult to communicate.

Ista thought he was a top student in Cambridge and was qualified to speak eloquently with the young Wang Taotao, but Sikong Ling was not willing to treat her as a debate opponent at all, and the worldviews of both sides were not on the same level. Sikong Ling hated the most was to treat the words of nihilistic morality and justice as a truth that could not be overturned.

Sikong Ling finally couldn't help it. No matter whether she was the goddess of Euphrates or the goddess of Cambridge, she said coldly: "Truth and justice are all shit."

Ista's face was fading: "What!?"

Sikong Ling: "Aren't you watching "The Lion's Banquet" just now? What did you see? The lion's fangs and claws are the truth and justice."

Ista: "We're talking about humanity."

Sikong Ling: "Oh, that is, the army and weapons are truth and justice. If it is a matter within the country, in the United States, capital is truth and justice. In China, power is truth and justice. In your country where politics and religion are united, the religious leaders who are full of truth are truth and justice are truth, justice, God and Lord, all these charlatans are used to control, manipulate, and fool the common people. And you, the beautiful Ista, are fools who have been fooled."

Ista was beautiful and from a wealthy family and was loved by all kinds of people. For the first time in her life, she was so rude that she blushed, trying to buy hot coffee on Sikong Ling's hateful face, and trying to use her long nails to grab his hateful face into a big cat.

Sikong Ling just curiously had a drink with the Middle East beauty, but was very disappointed, and he really had no common words. He was ready to splash his face, and then left, but after waiting for her for a long time, he didn't take action.

Oh, the little beauty is quite tolerant. She doesn't get angry, so Sikong Ling is naturally embarrassed to be vicious again. She looks out the window and sips of coffee.

Ista finally said quietly: "I didn't expect that a person like you, all the gentleness on Twitter is pretending."

Sikong Ling no longer cared about her feelings, and said lightly: "You leave the United States, this place is not suitable for you."

Ista: "Hmph, I will leave. My father wants me to leave the United States before September."
Chapter completed!