Chapter 350 "Fly Me to the Moon"

At night, sitting around the stove, the pine wood was burning, and from time to time a few sparks exploded, making crackling sounds, waking up the five little birds sleeping in the wooden box next to them, making chirping sounds, and then they continued to lie down and fell asleep in a daze.

Although I don’t know what the principle is, pine wood is indeed more likely to burst out such crackling sparks than other woods. Tilan was sitting by the fire at this time, painting with a pen. The picture depicted the scenery seen during the day, and a little of her fantasy.

In the tall and straight fir forest, a low and simple log cabin was located in it. The sun shone through the gaps in the forest and shone on the grass. A few birds flew through the forest. Not far from the cabin, there were two people standing in the grass, looking into the distance, but because they were too small compared to the tall fir trees, they were reflected in the picture as two vague dots, with a hazy artistic conception.

Tilan doesn't like overly realistic paintings, because they are no different from photos, without any aesthetics and center, but she also doesn't like overly illusory paintings, which are exaggerated and out of touch with reality. What she likes most is the kind of slightly realistic, but also with a touch of fantasy, the beauty between illusion and reality.

Just like a slightly sour green orange, it looks green on the surface, but has gradually matured inside, with orange flesh, which is neither as sour as a freshly harvested fruit, nor as sweet as an overripe fruit. It has a slightly sour and sweet taste that makes people like it.

The fire flickered, dyeing the girl's skirt and face with a faint halo. In a small box not far away, the upper bodies of the five birds were bathed in light, as if coated with a layer of gold, while their lower bodies still belonged to the cool gray-blue tone in the house. The two lusters fought each other in the fluff, and the delicate fluff shadows were clear and obvious under the light and shadow.

While painting the picture on her knees, Tilan occasionally looked at the five sleeping little guys, her heart unconsciously calmed down, and then continued the painting in her hand.

She is not a master of painting, but no one has ever stipulated that she must paint beautifully before she can paint. Sometimes people care too much about various concepts and opinions, which restricts themselves.

Compared with music, which has teachers to teach, Tilan basically follows her feelings when learning to paint. The biggest learning is to watch simple teaching videos for a period of time, which does not exceed 20 hours in total.

Compared with the students who specialize in painting in Edes Academy, Tilan's painting can be described as clumsy, but it is precisely because of this carelessness and freedom that makes her very relaxed. Watching the paint spread delicately on the canvas, and then little by little outlining the shape she wants, she will feel a faint satisfaction.

On the other side of the fire, Dolores was wearing silk pajamas, leaning on a wooden recliner, flipping through some old books in her hands, occasionally moving her legs, or putting down the book, looking at Tilan opposite her concentrating on painting.

Time passed quietly, and the kettle hanging next to the fire made a gurgling sound of boiling water. Dolores put down the book, stood up, and first touched the handle of the kettle carefully with her fingers to make sure it was not too hot, then picked it up and put it aside.

"Would Tilan like some coffee?" She walked to the girl's side and looked at the painting that Tilan had painted most of the way in her arms.

"Yes."

"Do you need sugar?" Dolores continued to ask.

"Two."

Not more, not less. Dolores usually adds four when she drinks it herself.

After that, Dolores put the two cups in place, then added hot water to brew, then stirred it slightly, then opened the small jar, took out the sugar cubes from it, and added them in.

Although she rarely brewed it herself before, this young lady still knew the basic common sense.

"Here." Dolores brought the coffee, looked at Tilan who was painting, thought for a while, found a stool, covered it with a simple tablecloth, and then placed the coffee in front of her.

Although Tilan was drawing, she still noticed Dolores's actions out of the corner of her eye.

A little clumsy, compared to the maids in the previous 'Glass Dream', she immediately felt the difference.

"Thank you." She stopped painting, looked up, and then watched Dolores sit back on the wooden chair and flip through the book.

I always feel that Dolores is a little shy. The girl doesn't know if it's an illusion, because this emotion is very light, and it's the first time she feels it on Dolores.

With this thought in mind, Tilan continued to paint the remaining parts with the brush between her fingers.

Today is the third day of the two people's vacation here, and they are gradually familiar with this cottage and the surrounding environment.

Half an hour later, Tilan hung up the painted canvas and put it aside to dry in the shade.

Only then did she pick up the coffee in front of her and drink it slowly. "The Winter Festival Gala will be in two days. Have you prepared any songs to sing?" Dolores asked at this time.

"It's definitely too late to make a new song at the last minute." The girl shook her head. She had been focusing all her energy on the Winter Festival Competition before, and didn't care much about the gala.

"Let's sing classic songs." The girl decided calmly.

"Which one? 'Ode to the Golden Rose'?" Dolores subconsciously thought of this song that countless singers had covered.

"No, because this song was reserved in advance for the evening party. It's the last chorus." The girl said with a little regret. She wanted to choose this song because it was not difficult and was very suitable for singing at the winter evening party.

"This situation is indeed very common."

Dolores recalled that she seemed to have seen this song sung at choruses at the evening party several times before. Occasionally, the audience would make fun of it. When you really don't know what to sing, you can never go wrong by singing this song. Even the most crazy people on the Internet today will not make random comments about this song. After all, it is the most famous song of that prince and it almost became the national anthem.

"Has Tilan chosen a song?"

"Yes, it's a very old song." Tilan recalled the information she had read recently. The history of this song can be traced back to the early days of mankind, the era when the world war had just ended. The entire civilization was gradually exploring the universe in the midst of a wasteland, and society was full of various hopes and fantasies about the future, and these expectations in a sense represented the wishes of the entire human civilization.

In these short thirty years, humans launched satellites, developed spacecraft to land on the moon, and began to build the Internet. Many seeds that changed the world also sprouted in these years. The ideas of equality, independence, and freedom began to become popular. Various classic movies and stories emerged in an endless stream, and continued until the end of the millennium. People can still feel the spiritual legacy left by that era.

"The name of the song is "Fly Me to the Moon", and there may have been names like "In Other Words" and "Take Me to the Moon". The creation and spread of this song are also full of stories."

The girl stood up, took out a player that looked like an old tape recorder from the suitcase, pressed the button, and with a slightly rough polka dot prelude, this ancient music spanning tens of thousands of years sounded again.

(End of this chapter)