Chapter 185 This Painting Has No Vitality

"Chu Sisi, do you believe there are living dead in this world?"

"What do you mean?" Chu Sisi was frightened by Mu Chun's sudden question.

"Don't suddenly bring up this topic, okay?"

"No, we are doctors and should be firm supporters of materialistic scientific theory, right?"

"Of course, I think. Why ask such a question?"

Chu Sisi still didn't understand, but she knew it now. She wanted to make it easier to write notes and let Muchun speak as clearly as possible. Don't be led astray by his rambling to himself.

"I would like to know if there are any living machines?"

"What is it?" Mu Chun became interested, "Are you talking about cyberpunk? A perfect combination of machines and humans?"

"What are you talking about? I don't know what cyberpunk is. What I'm talking about is a person who thinks and acts like a machine without being remotely human. I saw a person like this recently and I thought he was just like a machine. machine."

"The living dead I'm talking about are also like this. They are obviously a person, but they don't seem to be alive."

Chu Sisi suddenly turned around and looked out the door.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Muchun asked.

"I don't know, I just suddenly wanted to look behind me and felt a little panicked."

Chu Sisi's slight panic soon turned into real uneasiness. An unusually quiet man came to the door of the clinic with a quiet pace that a mortal could never achieve.

"Is it the psychosomatic department?"

The way a man walks is not so much that he alternates his feet (which is how ordinary people walk), but that he alternates his feet without stepping on the ground.

He didn't float over, he just walked over, and walked in front of Muchun and Chu Sisi, but his eyes were empty.

The sound of his footsteps was barely audible, but his walking speed was not slow.

"My name is Ding Jiajun, and I have already registered. Who is Dr. Mu?"

"I mean, I seem to have seen you somewhere? And just these few days?"

"No, I don't know anyone."

The man spoke in an unusually calm voice and couldn't tell what was wrong. Chu Sisi frowned. She was very beautiful today, as beautiful as usual, satisfying everyone's fantasy of a beautiful doctor.

Ding Jiajun's gaze passed through Chu Sisi and looked farther away. In Mu Chun's eyes, it was as far away as a plane flying in the sky.

"Where have you been feeling uncomfortable lately? How was your sleep?"

Muchun took the medical insurance card and began to consult.

"I don't feel uncomfortable at all, and I shouldn't feel uncomfortable at all."

"ah?"

Chu Sisi couldn't help but whispered.

"I don't have sleep problems, I'm a great sleeper, in fact I think sleep is the best part of me."

This sentence is very strange, what is sleep is the best part of me, what are the other bad parts? He said before that he didn't feel uncomfortable anywhere. Isn't this contradictory?

"Why do you sleep so well?"

Mu Chun followed Ding Jiajun's answer and asked. This is an unusual question because it is not grammatically accurate, but sometimes psychosomatic doctors will deliberately choose some inaccurate words to achieve some strange purposes.

A year ago, as autumn went on, the warm autumn sun shone on the earth, and young people were enjoying the warmth and leisure of the golden autumn. Ding Jiajun and his girlfriend Chen Anni were walking among the ginkgo trees outside the main concert hall of Haiyin Center.

The sun shone brightly on the yellowing apricot leaves, and Ding Jiajun took out a pink diamond ring he had bought for two months from his pocket and gently held it in his palm.

Originally, he was ready to propose in this golden light and shadow of ginkgo.

Chen Anni is the woman he loves most in his life.

Lovers since college are so lucky to have always protected each other.

Seven years after graduation, Ding Jiajun became a well-known illustrator, and his income was enough for Chen Anni to live a carefree life.

He had already booked a flight to Paris, and he chose Paris as the first stop of his honeymoon trip because every year on Valentine's Day, the two would relive the part of "Midnight in Paris" directed by Woody Allen.

Anne often said that although the male protagonist Gail met those lovely people in this antique car, if she went to Paris, she might also see the antique Peugeot car, go to the bar to drink, and meet Cole Porter, Phil Fitzgerald, my God, Fitzgerald must have been so handsome back then.

When the clock struck midnight, Chen Anni said that she would hold Ding Jiajun's hand and go back to the 1920s and 1930s to find Hemingway at that time and enjoy the movable feast in Paris together.

At this time, Ding Jiajun would hug Chen Anni and tell her that he would definitely go see Picasso and Gauguin and ask them what they were thinking about.

They would walk along the Seine, in the early morning, evening and midnight.

Ding Jiajun believes that if life is also a feast, Chen Anni is the one who will share his life with him.

The setting sun, fallen leaves, and the golden concert hall became a silhouette, gradually moving away.

A drunk driver misread the traffic light and knocked down Chen Anni and Ding Jiajun who had just walked out of the ginkgo forest.

Two and a half months later, Ding Jiajun recovered from his injury and returned home accompanied by his family.

The family kept it secret from Ding Jiajun, saying that Chen Anni fully recovered after a week, but at that time Ding Jiajun was still in a coma, and the doctors didn't know when he would wake up.

After waking up, Ding Jiajun gradually believed that Chen Anni and Liu Zhi had gone to Italy.

She saw the travel photos posted by Chen Anni in her circle of friends. She and Liu Zhi looked like a perfect match.

There is nothing wrong with this.

Why wait for someone who can't wake up?

Although Ding Jiajun was sad, he was grateful to the world for surviving the two and a half months of injury. He also knew that Chen Anni was living happily. He never wanted to think about the nightmare-like car accident again.

He devoted himself to his career, worked hard day and night, but his paintings were rejected again and again.

There were many far-fetched reasons.

The funniest one was, "Your paintings don't have any life at all."

No life at all? What a joke, those bright sunflowers, those majestic mountains, how can they be lifeless.

"No, I just feel lifeless, Seven, can't you see it yourself?"

The customer said this with regret in his eyes.

"We can't let you draw the illustrations for this natural encyclopedia. Maybe you can try to find some film companies to cooperate with, maybe science fiction or supernatural themes."

The company that had always cooperated well with him suddenly wanted to terminate the cooperation with him.

From a favored child to a poor fish, Ding Jiajun could no longer take jobs such as drawing book covers.