Return to the Road of God

This was the first time Ye Yufan entered a painting supplies store.

The assortment of painting materials and utensils in the store made him unable to take his eyes off. Various colors of paints were arranged in a stepwise manner in a corner of the room, ranging from cubes as small as fingernails to half-knee-high paint buckets, ranging from black to white, from red to Purple, like a rainbow.

There are also writing brushes and paintbrushes of different models, all of which are listed on the shelves in an orderly manner. The big ones are as thick as a mop, and the small ones are as thin as chopsticks. Ye Yufan picked up a light-colored brush and felt his eyelids twitch. An inexplicable sense of familiarity came over his face, "Zhou Huchen..." he murmured.

"My little classmate is very knowledgeable. This is Zhou Huchen's pen," the shopkeeper approached and said, "Do you use it for writing or drawing? Let me help you find out which one is suitable for you."

Ye Yufan froze on the spot, he didn't know what brand of pen it was, and just now he could subconsciously blurt it out, and he didn't need the shopkeeper to tell him that it was a wolf hair with a diameter of 0.9mm and a front of about 5mm. Pen!

"I..." Ye Yufan shook his head, "I'll just take a look."

At this moment, another group of young people rushed in, and someone shouted: "Boss, is there any oil canvas with pure linen layers?" The shop owner left Ye Yufan first and went to entertain them.

There are men and women among the young people. They are either handsome or pretty. A boy with a stud on his left ear squatted on the ground to pick up paper, while another boy in a leather jacket said, "The paintbrush I bought this semester After brushing for a month, it rotted, and it is really cheap but not good!"

The girl standing next to him said: "The paintbrush recommended by Lao Xu is not cheap, but it sheds hair very badly!"

The boy who finished picking the paper got up: "I use Bergino's, you can try it, it feels pretty good."

"Hey, Jiang Xue, how much of the homework assigned by Lao Xu have you done this week?" The man with the earrings turned around and asked the girl who was picking up a pencil not far away.

"The dry painting is finished, and the wet painting is still short..." Her voice was refreshing and sweet, but she had a naughty smell that is rare for scholars.

Ye Yufan couldn't help but glanced at her, and saw that she was wearing a tunic and a short skirt and boots, her long dyed brown hair was tied at the back of her head, the hair was unnaturally straight, and there was a big earring on one ear. It jingled as soon as it moved.

This girl didn't look much older than Ye Yufan, but she was dressed so maturely that she didn't look like a student.

As if sensing that someone was looking at her, the girl turned her head, and the moment she saw Ye Yufan, she was suddenly stunned, and soon, her face with light make-up blushed uncontrollably.She immediately turned and walked away, covering her body with the partition and easel.

Ye Yufan frowned and looked back, he felt puzzled, why did that girl have such an expression?she knows me?Or did I do something weird again?

The chattering voices of that group of people were weakening, so weak that Ye Yufan could only hear the sound of his own heartbeat.

His whole body was agitated, what he saw in front of him, what he smelled in his nose, and what he held in his hands all made his blood flow faster...

He didn't know when he left the painting supplies store, and what he was holding in his hand. A strong impulse drove him forward, and his blood was so hot that it seemed to burn him to death...

At seven o'clock in the evening, Ye Yufan hadn't come home yet, Ye's father and Ye's mother were a little anxious.

"What's the matter today?" The food on the table was cold, and the two couples didn't bother to move their chopsticks, so they wandered around the house.

At [-]:[-], Ye's phone rang loudly, Father Ye grabbed the phone and said, "Hello!"

"You are from 'Ye Yufan' family!!"

"Yes! I am Ye Yufan's father!"

"Hurry up and come to the Ningcheng Cultural Museum!"

Ningcheng Cultural Museum?What happened!

Ye's father and Ye's mother immediately drove to the destination, only to see a middle-aged man come out angrily, Ye's father asked first, "Where is my son?"

"What do you guys do with your son! He scribbled on the wall outside my house this afternoon! My wall was just painted! But now your son has painted it in a mess!" The middle-aged man scolded and led Ye Father and mother turned a corner. It turned out that his house was next to the Ningcheng Cultural Museum, and the original snow-white walls had been horribly splashed with ink.

He continued to scold: "I think your son is the age of a high school student! Today is Thursday, why doesn't he go to school? How do you parents teach! If I didn't happen to see it today..."

Mother Ye has never been scolded by someone pointing her nose like this before, she retorted angrily: "How did you talk, didn't you just wipe a piece of your wall!"

"Huh? Isn't it just a wall?" The man was furious.

Father Ye hurriedly said good things, "Sir, I'm really sorry, please calm down, this is my son's fault, I will educate him when I go back, we are responsible for finding someone to repaint your wall, and we will bear all the expenses, you see Is it ok?"

Seeing that Father Ye had a good attitude, the middle-aged man snorted and let Ye Yufan out of his yard, but he was still cursing: "I have a distinguished guest coming tomorrow, and you said you are responsible, how can you be responsible? Do you want someone to paint the wall that night? Or do you paint it for me yourself..."

Ye Yufan lowered his head, his thin figure looked pitiful, Ye Mu pulled him over, and looked around distressedly: "How is it, where is it hurt?"

He asked this question, as if the middle-aged man had abused his son, and sure enough, the other party became angry again. He only thought that the family doted on the child, and he couldn't understand it, and said: "I see your son is silent. I won’t even apologize, it can’t be that I have a brain disorder! If you are insane, lock it up! Let it out to do immoral things..."

"Who do you say is sick! Say it again!" Father Ye, who was apologizing to the middle-aged man, exploded instantly when he heard this. , What else do you want? The child has made a mistake and we will educate him. What right do you have to insult him? Sir, please be careful what you say, your remarks just now have caused insult to my son!"

Middle-aged man: "..."

When they got home, the three members of the Ye family were silent, Ye Yufan was especially quiet, his face was pale and he was out of his mind, but he still ate three bowls of rice silently...

He didn't eat lunch or dinner, and he was already exhausted from hunger after a day of hunger.

After the meal, Ye Yufan's spirits improved a bit, Father Ye pulled him to his side, and said, "Xiao Yu, watch Dad talk."

Ye Yufan sat blankly, until Father Ye patted him on the shoulder, then he turned his head away.

Father Ye asked, "Do you like drawing?"

Ye Yufan was quite confused, does he like drawing?He doesn't know either.

Father Ye: "Father can buy you brushes, drawing paper, and paints."

Ye Yufan's eyes lit up: "I... can I?"

Father Ye: "As long as you agree to one condition, you can only paint at home and not outside."

Ye Yufan nodded involuntarily: "Yes."

Father Ye asked again: "Where did you get the paint for your painting today?"

Ye Yufan: "..."

Father Ye: "Did you pay?"

Ye Yufan: "..."

Father Ye frowned, took out 100 yuan from his trouser pocket, and said, "Usually you tell me what you need to buy, so we never give you pocket money. Starting today, Dad will give you [-] yuan a week. What do you want, what do you want to eat, you can buy it yourself, and if you don’t have enough, you can ask Dad for it, okay?”

Ye Yufan stared blankly at the 100 yuan in his hand, and asked softly after a long time, "Dad, aren't you angry?"

Father Ye asked: "Why are you angry? Did you steal the paint from the painting supply store? Or are you painting on someone else's wall?"

"I..." Ye Yufan couldn't answer, because he didn't know the source of the paint or the matter of painting.His memory went directly from the painting supplies store to the angry middle-aged man, and he didn't roughly deduce what he had done until what happened afterwards.

Father Ye sighed: "Xiao Yu, if you know what you did wrong, just correct it later, understand?"

A strong sense of guilt and emotion rose in Ye Yufan's heart. His heart was numb and his palms were warm. He felt an indescribable sense of security by the side of this man he was inexplicably familiar with but never had a deep understanding of. Like the beams and pillars supporting a house, the big tree that shades him tightly protects him.

"In the future, not anymore." Ye Yufan looked at his palm, barely audible.

After the son returned to the room, Mother Ye asked nervously, "That's it? If he..."

"I don't know if it's right to do this," Father Ye covered his face with his hands, "He makes me feel strange, when I talk to him, I can feel his confusion, and his... guard against me, I just I want to re-establish the trust between me and him, just like Dr. Zhong said, the current Xiao Yu is not the original Xiao Yu, not only we need to get to know him again, but I also want him to get to know me again..."

Mother Ye handed a cup of hot tea to Father Ye, and said, "Fortunately, this time Xiao Yu made trouble and knew to tell others his home number, so we can 'rescue' him. What if he doesn't realize it in the future? Let's stay at home Are you in a hurry to wait?"

Father Ye was silent for a while, put the teacup back on the coffee table, and said, "Let's put a note on him, remember to write my phone number."

Mother Ye: "..."

A few days later, City H.

Ge Qinzhou developed the photos, printed them on enlarged paper, and called the students in the studio: "Come, come and have a look."

Several sixteen or seventeen-year-old children put down their brushes and surrounded them.

One urged: "Guo Zhekai, what are the ink marks?"

The one named Guo Zhekai, as if he didn't hear the call of others, stared at a certain piece of the drawing board and set the tone intently.

Ge Qinzhou picked up a cigarette and smiled lightly: "Do whatever you want, you should watch first."

There was a magnified photo of a black and white wall painting printed on the paper. The black ink on the white wall was in stark contrast. The left side was more white and the right side was more black. They formed two strange circles, but there was a sudden block in the upper right corner White looks out of place.

"What is this?" The students looked left and right, all in a daze.

Ge Qinzhou said: "I went to Ningcheng yesterday and saw such a wall painting by accident. The white piece in the upper right corner was re-painted by the wall painter with white paint."

"Huh? Is this picture painted by a wall painter?"

"No, when I took the picture, the wall painter was planning to remove the painting." Ge Qinzhou took another deep puff of his cigarette, flicked the ash and said, "This painting is said to be messed up by a boy about your age. I took the ink and splashed it there."

Everyone: "..."

Ge Qinzhou continued: "Can you see what is painted?"

Everyone looks at me, I look at you, some say it is an abstract color block, and some say it is a deformed Tai Chi, but they are all a bit far-fetched.

While discussing, the boy named Guo Zhekai came over, he was still holding a pencil, his fingers were all black, Ge Qinzhou smiled and asked, "Zhekai, what do you think this is?"

Guo Zhekai stared at the painting for a while, then suddenly raised his arms, pointed to his temples on both sides, and said seriously: "A pair of eyes."