Mao Feiyang said, "What you see is only what you see... The 'layers' in the painting and the 'layers' outside the Art Building are fundamentally two different worlds."
As Mao Feiyang spoke, he pulled a small chair over, sat down, rested one hand on his cheek, and lightly tapped on the desk with the other hand, as if matching a certain rhythm from 'Ammon's music box'...
"You know the music of the music box?" Lin Yi was shocked again.
Mao Feiyang was speechless: "I'm just tapping randomly; most music can keep up with the rhythm if you tap a single beat, right?"
As he spoke, his cheekiness finally showed, and he blurted out a line: "Why tap so professionally, go pick up mud and grow lotus, or scramble eggs to make fried rice?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Yi got anxious and immediately shouted, "Whoa, watch your words! You dare to criticize Lord Mahu's song?! Be careful he'll make you bring that music box to court!"
Mao Feiyang remained silent, just continuously tapping the rhythm.
