Deep Space Fleet

The officer continued: "Mr. Zhang, this video contains Erwin's last words. You should watch it first."

Zhang Yuan took the video recorder and pressed the button.

"...I have never realized that I am so weak. Sorry, this is my last word. I have decided to end my life here." Erwin said in front of the video recorder with a hoarse voice.

His eyes were very dim, and the flame of life seemed to have disappeared from his face.

"...On Earth, I am a world-famous great painter. The rich and powerful take pleasure in collecting my paintings. In their eyes, I am an out-and-out great artist. Whether it is an official or a rich man, they all respect me , give me sufficient respect."

"This may have something to do with my father. My father is also a great artist. Who knows whether they like me or my father?"

"For me, it is easy to get anything, whether it is wealth, power, or a beautiful opposite sex. I once served as the mayor of a small city in Languo, and tasted the taste of power; It was a night full of satisfaction and emptiness to record a night of prostitutes..."

"I have enjoyed a million-dollar meal... I have lived in a 3,000-square-meter mansion."

"I have climbed Mount Everest and visited the Mariana Trench... Every performance art will increase my value."

In the video, Erwin smiled with satisfaction as he recalled the glorious past.

"Do you know? In fact, this kind of life is quite boring. After being happy, sometimes you will feel dissatisfied and want to pursue a higher level of happiness. Alas, human beings are such creatures that never know how to be satisfied."

"All kinds of desires are like a black hole full of magic. After falling into the black hole, sometimes I want to struggle to get out, but seeing everyone is struggling to jump into this black hole, I don't want to come out again. But apart from taking drugs Besides, there seems to be no higher happiness... who knows... I always feel that life is meaningless."

"Suddenly one day, I had a whim, and I had a whim—leave the earth. I'm going to an alien planet to find my art!"

"I signed up enthusiastically, donated money, and countless compliments came as promised!"

"At that moment, it was really cool! So cool!"

Having said that, Erwin's eyes widened, showing a ferocious expression: "But this may be the biggest mistake I made in my life."

He spread his hands: "Everything is gone."

"I fell from the high cloud top heaven and became a mortal. I can no longer do whatever I want, and I still have no way to accept this change."

"But I know it's my only chance to be great in this life..."

"If I stayed on Earth, I'd be obsessed with the ultimate fall. Black holes are called black holes because once you jump in, there's no way out of it."

"But at this moment, staying on the Earth Era, I feel endless regret, pain, and trouble... I want women, food, and luxury cars!"

"Do you know this contradiction?!"

Erwin paused, pointed to a painting behind him, and said frantically, "I did it!"

"This is real art!!"

After a while, his excited expression calmed down: "My death is a personal wish and has nothing to do with anyone. Just let me stay here, I don't need to witness the new home planet with my own eyes, no matter the home planet is good or bad , let it remain in my imagination."

"...If possible, please spread my ashes on the land of Europa, thank you all."

"Send this painting back to Earth, auction it off, and donate all proceeds from the auction to the Deep Space Foundation."

"It is the best and most outstanding work of my life!"

"There is a second painting for my friend, Mr. Zhang Yuan. I don't understand science, but I just hope you can become the most dazzling star in the night sky."

The first oil painting, fiery red sky, blue gray grass, a lonely figure is looking up at the stars.

Countless stars, including the sun directly above, are shining in the sky.

The seemingly unremarkable paintings give people a feeling of annoyance, remorse and powerlessness, just like the depression and contradiction that Erwin had before committing suicide.

Because of the infinite light in the sky, there is still no way to illuminate the large swathes of darkness, including that dark figure.

That feeling of helplessness reaches people's hearts, as if it can tear the heart apart.

This feeling is very subtle, even Zhang Yuan, who is completely ignorant of art, can feel the provocative soul in the painting.

It was a kind of despair, struggle and unwillingness to reality.

An angry, unrestrained cry of desire.

The new home star is not the real home star after all, but no matter what, it is impossible to go back to the past.

Once a choice is made, it is impossible to go back.

This is not only his personal mood, but also represents the era of the entire earth.

Zhang Yuan let out a long sigh.

Yes, there is no going back.

Starting today, human civilization may have one more painter comparable to Van Gogh.

Erwin is cowardly, but he's not a coward.

The last swan song in life is sighing but amazing.

The second painting that follows is pure black, with the only bright spot appearing in the upper left corner.

What is different is that this light is made up of countless densely packed small bright spots. The inspiration for this painting came from a conversation with Erwin at that time.

Zhang Yuan finally knew why Erwin gave it to himself.

He stood there in silence for several minutes.

"This incident can only be declared an accident for the time being, otherwise it will cause more instability..." Captain Ma whispered: "Those who should stay stay, those who should leave leave, and wait for everyone to make up their minds to hibernate." After making up your mind, let’s make this matter public.”

"As for this painting, according to Erwin's will, I gave it to you. I hope you can cherish it."

"It may be the first work of art in the new civilization."

Zhang Yuan returned to the dormitory and slowly moved the painting to his own residence.

I stared at it for a long time in a daze.

Erwin died like this, and he had chatted with himself a few days ago.

Still a bit out of breath.

He suddenly found a line of small characters on the back of the painting.

"Starry Night, 2265.9.11, Erwin."

Zhang Yuan raised his head and turned off the light.

There was no light in the room, but the white light in the painting seemed to light up in my heart.

Emotions broke out suddenly at this moment, Zhang Yuan rubbed his eyes, not crying, but a kind of farewell to his friends.

Goodbye, my friend, farewell...