Chapter 509 Art Renaissance

Similarly, after the life individuals of the Chiyan civilization become vassals and humans complete the initial construction of spiritual civilization, another effect will also appear.

That is the collision of ideas between different races. Of course, that must be after humans have established a good communication platform.

Time slowly passes in the busy development.

While absorbing the technology of the Chiyan civilization, humans are also building new secondary spacecraft according to the plan and issuing new policies on the construction of spiritual civilization.

After several years of brewing, the wind of spiritual civilization construction finally swept across life individuals with a sweeping momentum.

This day, according to the calendar records, is the first day of autumn. Although there is no autumn on the spacecraft, out of habit, humans still adjust the main colors of various screens on the living spacecraft to autumn.

Endless fallen leaves are flying and falling in the virtual screen, and the bleak autumn wind is whistling in the 3D display.

Li Xuan stood quietly in front of a projection screen, watching the endless falling leaves rustling. She was a little confused now, just like she was looking at the fallen leaves on the full screen and listening to the stories of autumn on the earth told by her parents, but she had never really felt the autumn wind.

At this moment, nothingness and emptiness almost occupied her body and mind.

Her cake shop had closed down a long time ago, or more precisely, it was replaced by strong artificial intelligence. People can get any food for free from the shop controlled by strong artificial intelligence, so gradually no one is willing to spend contribution points to buy cakes in her cake shop.

Calling it handmade art does not add any flavor to the cake, if you don't count the human touch.

"Are you there? Did you receive my message? I'll call you. Your smart assistant said you're busy."

"Just received it. How are you? Are you okay?"

"I quit."

"Hey?! Isn't it working well? Well, if you don't want to do it, then don't do it. Didn't I say that art is a self-deception of human beings? Anyway, you won't starve to death in this era without doing anything. Besides, don't you have me? Just tell me if you need contribution points. Well, I'm very busy now. The research institute project has reached a critical moment. I guess I won't have any free time these days."

Huh!

Li Xuan retrieved the recent information records through the brain chip and read them again, then sighed softly, and then cleared all the conversations.

The person she was talking to was her boyfriend. She went into hibernation with him and woke up from hibernation together. After a long separation, the two of them were still warm.

Li Xuan still remembers that taste, especially when they were lingering, she felt a hazy and warm feeling like a spring field in her heart. Even when she recalled it later, she would still feel a desire in her heart.

She remembered the murmured passionate love words when the two embraced each other, and also remembered the refreshing feeling like the autumn wind when they were together.

She met him by chance, and at that time she had infinite fantasies about the opposite sex. At that time, she slowly felt his tender care and faint love in his often smiling profile and "restless" eyes, just like the tranquility exuded in the legendary summer night starry sky, she liked that feeling very much.

She had thought more than once that it would be good to spend this life with him like this.

However, in the subsequent interactions, Li Xuan gradually discovered that he could not understand her pursuit of art after all. Whenever she talked about art, he always used technology to refute it, and always liked to tell her how great he was in the technical field where he worked.

Just like the conversation just now, Li Xuan felt that he did not understand her at all.

Li Xuan knew that in today's society, she could live well without doing anything, and could live to a natural death without illness or disaster, but she did not want her life to pass in obscurity, and did not want to be defined by a marriage so soon.

Thinking about it, Li Xuan's confused eyes gradually regained clarity.

It was at this moment that the projection screen in front of her suddenly turned into the scenery of the earth in the autumn night. At the same time, a melody she had never heard of sounded in her ears.

Accompanied by it was the voice of a magnetic man.

"The garden was quiet everywhere in the middle of the night, and the leaves no longer rustled;"

"How beautiful the night is, it fascinates me, what a quiet night;"

"The stream flows quietly, with waves slightly rippling, and the bright moon shines on the water, silver and swaying"

It is a song called "Moscow Suburbs Evening"

After so many years, this is the first time this song has appeared in human society. Yes, the first time, and it was dug out from the archives because of the need to build human spiritual civilization.

The disaster in the solar system not only destroyed the earth, but also took away 99% of human art materials, such as music, painting, sculpture, dance, opera and literature, which are used to express and convey human emotions, and only one in ten survived.

If some scientific researchers had not had this interest, it is estimated that the whole army would have been wiped out. After all, the Callisto base was a pure and proper extraterrestrial frontier research base. The official storage system basically stored various technical materials, and there was nothing related to art at all.

So the fact that this song can still appear is also a kind of Renaissance.

And Li Xuan, who was listening to the unfamiliar melody for a moment, could vaguely feel the real autumn atmosphere through the picture. She couldn't help but take a deep breath, her eyes looked at the scenery in front of her, and she couldn't help but slowly stretched out her jade hand to touch it. At this moment, she felt as if she understood the meaning of autumn to those native earthlings.

"Moscow Evening" was transmitted very far in the autumn wind, as if it brought Li Xuan back to the time when she was a young girl and young and romantic.

Li Xuan felt that she was standing on the streets of Moscow at night. When the pedestrians on the street gradually dispersed and only the neon lights were left, the shadows accompanied the street lights, and the autumn wind accompanied the fallen leaves. She and he smiled and stared at each other, kissing goodbye on the streets at midnight.

"It's so beautiful! Art, I think I know." When the song came to an end, Li Xuan smiled, and she knew she understood.

She understood what she was pursuing.

The appeal that just went straight to the heart finally made her understand the charm of art.

She finally understood why her parents' faces meant when they talked about the earth, and she finally understood the feelings expressed in her friend Xu Yanxia's words when she talked about the earth.

Li Xuan felt that it was difficult for people to feel the so-called feelings just by affecting the playback of picture records. Only the resonance generated by art can make new humans like herself feel what the earth is, what the mother planet is, and what the cradle of civilization is.

She finally understood why those native people on Earth were so obsessed with revenge. She felt that emotion.

"Art, humans need art." A warm smile bloomed on Li Xuan's face. She knew what she should do and how to do it for the rest of her life.

Art can help people understand the world, explore their hearts, and channel their emotions. It can convey thoughts, emotions, concepts, and ideals.

There are many people like Li Xuan, but not all new humans have this resonance. However, a spark can start a prairie fire. At this moment, the seeds of art have sprouted again in the human group.

It will grow gradually under the watering of time.