Return to the Road of God

Ye Yufan was irritated by the fact of "transferring love and not being in love" caused by a mental disorder in his previous life. He was depressed for several days and had no intention of doing things.

One day at dinner, the friends who lived with us were chatting about the painting competition that was in full swing recently. Ye Yufan heard from them that Fu Tingxin stood out in the selection in the school and was selected as one of the representative contestants, so he cheered up and asked a few words.

"Yeah!" Ke Jing shrugged and smiled, "There are still many people guessing that he is SAFale!"

Ye Yufan was taken aback, Fu Tingxin is SAFale?how come?

"His work for the selection contest is an image of the city of Xili," He Yuexi said: "From the perspective of layout and expression, it is really similar to SAFale's 'Italian Impression'!"

As far as Ye Yufan knows, Fu Tingxin followed the western academic route, and his paintings were mostly realistic, while Xia Xiaochuan was just the opposite. He had a solid foundation in Chinese painting and was influenced by the Chinese culture behind him, so his painting style tended to be freehand... But Fu Tingxin Later, he also learned traditional Chinese painting from his grandfather. Although he couldn't reach Xia Xiaochuan's depth in a short period of time, with his talent and careful imitation, it's hard to say that he couldn't copy seven or eight images.

On another day, Ye Yufan went to visit the exhibition center, and when he saw Fu Tingxin's painting, he sighed "Sure enough"!Fu Tingxin is indeed imitating SAFale. He already has profound knowledge, and he consciously incorporates some other people's styles when painting, which is almost invisible.

... However, Ye Yufan was puzzled, why did he imitate himself?

Ye Yufan was wondering about Fu Tingxin, and his brain started to ache again. Since that night's dream, he began to frequently recall the past, especially that man... He frowned, pressed his fingers on his temple, and Find the nearest park bench and sit down for a rest.

In March, the Royal Academy of Art is full of spring chrysanthemums and heather, white, yellow and red, reflecting the lush spring scenery everywhere.

Ye Yufan squinted his eyes, watching the students in the college wandering around the campus lazily or quickly, his thoughts seemed to return to an inexplicable time and space, similar vegetation and green shade, similar flower fragrance and sunshine, but there was a familiar Another stranger, talking to himself.

"...Changqing, tell me, is the world we see really what it looks like?" He heard himself ask.

The man smiled softly: "Yes and no. You at three years old, you at 13 years old, and you at 30 years old, do you see the same world?"

He shook his head and asked, "So, am I changing?"

"The world is changing, you are changing too, nothing is permanent, so the world you see is both real and unreal, real because they exist, not unreal, unreal because you look at them with Your thoughts, your vision, everything you have," the man said, stretching out his hand to gently embrace him, "but the world in your eyes has always been delicate and beautiful, just like you..."

He was amused and said, "That's me in your eyes, and it also brings your thoughts, your vision, and everything you have."

The man smiled and looked at him without saying a word.

He also said: "So, like Cézanne, he is unique who tries to analyze the world with fixed laws. He thinks that people must look at the world with the purest eyes like a newborn baby in order to see it. The 'essence' and 'truth' of the human body, it is a pity that babies have no memory and no ability to express."

"You have," the man kissed his temple naturally, "you are also the purest person."

They always have endless things to talk about, chatting about the world and life, never blushing and arguing, he coaxed him, like an adult coaxing a child, his gentle tone seemed to be in the ears.Just like now, he seems to still exist, watching him quietly from a certain corner, and his warm eyes are full of love for him...

Ye Yufan snapped back to his senses—staring fixedly at the bushes not far away, he vaguely felt that he saw him!

He stood up and looked around uneasily, blinking his eyes in disbelief, but the person he "saw" just now had disappeared without a trace.

After standing stupidly for a long time, Ye Yufan slowly bent over and sat down again...

"...Ye Yufan?" Someone called his name.

Ye Yufan wiped the corners of his eyes in panic and raised his head, and quickly turned his head away when he saw someone coming.

"..." The young man in a black windbreaker walked up to him, glanced at Ye Yufan's appearance, quickly suppressed his curiosity, and asked, "What are you doing here? Are you done with class?" The young man sat beside him Next: "I was looking for you."

Ye Yufan: "What's the matter?"

The young man looked at him, but didn't say a word. Ye Yufan's nerves became tense when he watched him. This man's face always involuntarily overlapped with the other man in his dream. They were so similar, from the corners of the eyes and eyebrows, To charm, temperament...

And at this moment, the other party dropped another bombshell: "I know something related to Xia Xiaochuan."

"...!" Ye Yufan was shocked, and almost blurted out, "Did Guan Linyun tell you?"

Ye Yufan's calling Guan Linyun by his first name made Guan Hongze frowned, "Before that, can you let me know what kind of relationship you have with Xia Xiaochuan?" Guan Hongze's voice was very calm.

"..." Being asked such a question out of the blue, Ye Yufan was at a loss.

Guan Hongze looked at him gravely, and said calmly, "Did you know that you have a pair of eyes that are almost exactly the same as Mr. Xia's."

Ye Yufan turned pale when he heard the words... What did he know?

Guan Hongze looked at Ye Yufan's face and asked again, "Are you related to Mr. Xia?"

"..." He almost forgot, except for that damn psychiatrist, almost no one would guess that he is Xia Xiaochuan!Even Tang Zhen, who accidentally saw the case, just regarded him as a patient with "hypochondria"!

Taking a deep breath, Ye Yufan shook his head repeatedly.

Guan Hongze: "If you are not relatives, then who are you?"

That's right, Ge Qinzhou reminded himself a long time ago that Guan Hongze was investigating Xia Xiaochuan, what else could he say! "It has nothing to do with you."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he uttered these words, he was grabbed by the wrist. Guan Hongze forced Ye Yufan to look at him, and Ye Yufan stared so hard that he couldn't resist.

The momentary close contact, the aura similar to that of the person in his memory repeatedly hit Ye Yufan's nerves, and his brain started to explode again...

The recent flood of memories seems to have buried a bunch of time bombs in his brain, which will explode at the slightest stimulation!

"Tell me the truth, are you SA Fale?" Guan Hongze was still asking step by step.

... Sure enough, he knew!Ye Yufan breathed heavily, trying to adjust his chaotic emotions.

"If you have nothing to do with Xia Xiaochuan, then why are you investigating him?" Guan Hongze looked at him and said, "And why do you know about Bai Changqing?"

Cypress...Evergreen...

Ye Yufan's whole body trembled uncontrollably, and the young man in front of him seemed to overlap with the man in his memory... The uneasiness and fear in his heart were so strong that his body seemed to be torn in half!

"You..." Ye Yufan clenched his fists, resisting the pain all over his body, and murmured with trembling lips...

"What do you want to know? I can tell you."

"I..." He looked at Guan Hongze in horror, he couldn't tell what was memory and what was reality!

"What's wrong with you?" Guan Hongze realized Ye Yufan's strangeness now, he reached out his hand to pull the other's arm, but Ye Yufan bounced away as if he had been electrocuted, his bloodless face was full of panic —like the overwhelming fear he felt when he first saw him on the plane.

Guan Hongze became inexplicably agitated... He was so disliked for no reason again, why on earth!

He grabbed his arm hard, not wanting him to break free.

Ye Yufan had a splitting headache and murmured in pain: "Let go..."

How could Guan Hongze let go, Ye Yufan's behavior was too abnormal, he remembered Ye Yufan's inexplicable madness at his house once, and he was anxious and worried: "What's wrong with you?"

There was an irresistible domineering look on his slightly pursed lips, but the young man in front of him didn't seem to hear his question at all.

"Ye Yufan!" Guan Hongze's expression turned serious, "What's wrong with you? Tell me!"

Ye Yufan was panting heavily, his pupils were dilated, and he clutched his chest with his free hand. These movements seemed to be unknowing, "Changqing...Changqing...Changqing..." Say these two words, as if reciting a spell.

But Guan Hongze knew who he was calling, and his face turned pale when he heard it, feeling both strange and inexplicably heartbroken.

With a strong force, the two were suddenly torn apart, and the man who appeared at an unknown time said coldly: "Let go!"

Guan Hongze turned his head: "Ian?"

The smoky gray turtleneck cashmere sweater supported the man's stern face, his normally gentle eyes were staring aggressively at Guan Hongze, and he asked in a high-spirited manner, "What did you do to him?"

Guan Hongze's complexion turned from white to blue: "Tao Siyuan, before asking this question, you should first ask what your brother did to him!"

The two tit-for-tat seem to have lost their masks at this moment, and the hidden desires are clear in the eyes of both sides.

Ian sneered: "You are not the same."

Guan Hongze's breath was stagnant. In front of Ye Yufan, he couldn't frankly confront Ian, but during the dispute between the two, Ye Yufan suddenly broke free with all his strength, and rushed out. At a certain point, the pace is getting faster and faster, as if chasing someone...

"Ye Yufan!"

"Xiaofan!"

The two behind him followed closely.

Ye Yufan ran desperately, he forgot about his headache and the two men behind him, he just wanted to catch up with the familiar figure who was watching him from the window just now, but that figure disappeared the moment he walked towards the door!

He didn't stop until there was a sweet smell of blood in his throat...

God, can you tell him that the figure he suddenly saw twice is not a hallucination!