Return to the Road of God

The theme of "drawing yourself" is not difficult, but it is not easy.

Some artists are naturally sensitive to images. For example, Ye Yufan, who has a photographic memory, can recall his own appearance even with his eyes closed. It is almost effortless for him to draw a portrait of himself.

But there are very few such people. Most people need long-term painting training and observation training to have eyes like a measuring stick and the ability to remember. Otherwise, their impression of themselves may not be as good as that of themselves. There are many partners who get along day and night.But the people who came to participate in the competition at this moment are all seeded contestants from all over the world. Is it not easy to draw a self-portrait?

Xia Jing paused for a moment, and then began to sketch his own appearance in his impression. He does not have a super memory, but he is more narcissistic, and he often admires his appearance in front of the mirror, so he is still very clear about his facial features... …

Time passed quickly, and an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and Xia Jing had almost finished her own portrait. A handsome young Asian boy appeared on the paper, outlined in white and colored in ink, showing his thick eyebrows, big eyes, and outlines. The corners of the raised mouth are vividly depicted.

Xia Jing was quite satisfied. Ink painting is simple and beautiful, and there is no need to use too much ink. After the paper is dry, he writes his entry number on the special tape and sticks it on the back corner of the drawing paper. For the rest of the time, he can only do Sit and wait for the time to run out.

I don't know how the guy next door is doing. Judging by his appearance, he should be Chinese, but he has chestnut hair... Could it be that he is the Chinese-French mixed-race Fu Tingxin? !

Xia Jing suddenly became nervous. He pricked up his ears to listen to the noise next door, but the place where the other party was located was so unbelievably quiet that one almost doubted whether there was anyone there. On the contrary, there were a few people on the other side, and the sound of the brushes was particularly loud. distinct.

Xia Jing was bored playing with the competition papers and stacked airplanes. Time passed by, and less than an hour later, he finally heard the movement next door!

It seemed to be the rustling sound of a pencil rubbing against the paper. It was very light and slow, stopping every few strokes. This process lasted for about twenty minutes and then ended.

... Finished painting?No!

The corners of Xia Jing's mouth twitched, wishing she had a pair of see-through eyes and could see through the partition!

Finally it was time to leave early, Xia Jing couldn't wait to stand up and go around, but unfortunately the person next door was also packing up, and the other party's drawing paper was covered on the table, so she couldn't see anything.

Xia Jing smiled at him and greeted him: "You are..."

Ye Yufan's heart skipped a beat. He was afraid of meeting someone he knew on the field. Although he didn't know this person, he was a Chinese... Ye Yufan's brain was racing, and he was thinking about whether he should say what he said last time when he fooled He Yuexi and the others. English, how about pretending to be a foreign Chinese?

Unexpectedly, the other party asked in broken English: "Areyou Fu Tingxin?"

"Uh..." Ye Yufan was taken aback, and replied without changing his expression, "...Yes."

After the competition ended, the outside of the arena became lively again. The contestants gathered together to discuss the proposition of the competition and the works they had just completed.

"Do you know that I ran into Fu Tingxin just now!" Xia Jing excitedly said to her companions, "He is sitting next to me!"

Zhu Yu was puzzled: "Isn't it anonymous? How do you know he is Fu Tingxin?"

Xia Jing: "I greeted him!"

Upon hearing this, Huang Chunyao asked anxiously, "Then did you see what he drew?"

Xia Jing sighed: "No, but I heard that he started painting when there was an hour left, and he only painted for about 10 minutes..."

Huang Chunyao touched his chin: "Sure enough, geniuses think more than us..."

Xia Jing didn't understand: "What is there to think about such a simple topic?"

Huang Chunyao: "There are different ways to interpret the theme of the competition. 'Drawing yourself' does not mean 'drawing your portrait'. It can also be drawing your imagined self. As the teacher said, this is to test the contestants depth of thought."

"Ah?" Xia Jing yelled, he didn't try to interpret the meaning of the second level at all, "Isn't the mirror at the door of the studio for us to take a look at ourselves?"

Huang Chunyao: "But if someone took a photo, they may not be able to remember it."

Xia Jing: "..."

"Huang Chunyao is right," the team leader appeared at their gathering place at some point, and he had heard many contestants discussing this topic on the road just now, "The effect that the proposition of the preliminary round can achieve is also what I expected. Very consistent, the two-layer interpretation method can just meet the two interpretation standards, painting skills or thinking. I guess, the judging panel should set a high standard for the former. If you want to win only by drawing skills, contestants must rely on memory. I painted myself exactly like a real person.”

Xia Jing was weeping, feeling that her situation was over...

"The latter will be judged on a very wide scale. After all, everyone has a different personality. The self-portrait drawn by a person may not look like himself to outsiders, and some will deliberately beautify or uglify themselves. myself, or even highlight only the most distinctive part.”

Zhu Yu: "Then how should we judge the winner?"

"It depends on how the jury weighs the focus of the contestant. If this person focuses more on thinking, he may spend less time on details and more on showing his demeanor and spirit, so that the work can directly reflect the creation. The heart of the reader... In short, the result comes out and you will see for yourself."

……

Ye Yufan used the tall and tall European youth as a cover to avoid running into acquaintances. The Chinese person just now really surprised him, but fortunately the other party recognized him as Fu Tingxin. Get out in time.

He is not afraid of being exposed afterwards, because in this competition, there is no hope of advancing...

Ye Yufan was dumbfounded when he saw that proposition.The words on the paper seemed to be a question thrown directly in front of his eyes, and it was also the answer he had been looking for all along—Who am I?

If he doesn't even know who he is, how should he draw it?Even if he could easily recall his appearance and draw it as accurately as a photo, he didn't know how to do it, because every time he closed his eyes, what appeared in his mind was not only himself, but also The other person was Xia Xiaochuan.

Because he was too conflicted in his heart, he didn't finish the painting.

Sighing, Ye Yufan left through the side door of the building. This is a passage specially prepared for the staff. In the morning, he came in accompanied by Andrew.

But at this moment, as soon as he went out, he met the person he least wanted to meet, Guan Hongze.

"Have you dyed your hair again?" Guan Hongze greeted him unhurriedly.

Ye Yufan had dyed it once before, but it had already been cut off with the growth of new hair. This time, he just dyed it last night to avoid people's eyes and ears.

Ye Yufan: "Why are you looking for me?"

Guan Hongze: "Continue with the topic from last time."

Ye Yufan hadn't met him for more than ten days since Guan Hongze called to stop his "conversation" and then led to his "vision".

Now that the other party has come to "wait for the rabbit", Ye Yufan can't ignore it, and he also wants to know who he is.

"Okay, but don't say it here." Ye Yufan said.

There are many people in Xili these days, and the restaurants near the school are full every day due to the presence of contestants. Under Guan Hongze's suggestion, the two came to a high-end western restaurant in the city center.

"How was the game?" Guan Hongze asked pretendingly relaxed.

"It's not going well." During this question and answer, Ye Yufan had already admitted to Guan Hongze that he had another identity, which was regarded as a condition for information exchange.

However, Guan Hongze didn't really care about the competition. At this moment, what he wanted to know more was Ye Yufan's condition and his relationship with Xia Xiaochuan.

"Tell me," Ye Yufan cut to the chase, "Didn't you tell me about Xia Xiaochuan last time, whatever I want to know..."

Guan Hongze was taken aback when he saw that he was so forthright, "Xia Xiaochuan was my father's friend...and the only person my father ever loved." Guan Hongze couldn't stop talking at the beginning, because every time he To put it bluntly, Ye Yufan's expression changes, sometimes surprised, sometimes sad, sometimes puzzled, sometimes sighing... It seems that all of these are closely related to him.Guan Hongze looked into Ye Yufan's eyes, from when he learned of Xia Xiaochuan's existence in Fu Tingxin's place, to the stories that Lao Zhong told him, he told him everything he knew in detail.

During this period, Ye Yufan was also like a perfect listener, he never asked a question from the beginning to the end, and was quietly immersed in the past events described by Guan Hongze. It took a long time after the other party finished speaking, and he seemed uncertain Ban asked, "Is that so?"

Guan Hongze didn't know how to answer for a while, how could he be sure if this was the case, he just heard about it.

"He loves Changqing." This sentence sounded like an affirmation, but immediately, Ye Yufan's eyes became moist.

Guan Hongze stared at him blankly, feeling incredible.After hearing Xia Xiaochuan's story back then, he also felt sorry, and felt that it was a trick, but he was not as emotional as Ye Yufan, like a fool.

"You..." Guan Hongze was about to say something to comfort him, when Ye Yufan murmured, "So, he left because he was sick, didn't he want me..."

"What?" Guan Hongze thought he had heard wrong.

"...but I've been kept in the dark..." Ye Yufan seemed to think that he didn't exist at all, with that expression, he didn't know whether he was crying or laughing.

Guan Hongze was worried, thinking of Rui Beinian's trick, he asked out of nowhere, "Who are you?"

Ye Yufan suddenly opened his eyes wide, and looked at Guan Hongze with a strong sense of security in his eyes.

Guan Hongze: "..."

Ye Yufan: "I want to go back."

Guan Hongze was surprised: "...you haven't eaten anything yet."

Ye Yufan's complexion was very bad: "I don't have any appetite."

Guan Hongze persuaded: "Eat a little bit."

Ye Yufan shook his head: "Thank you for telling me this." After saying that, he planned to get up.

Guan Hongze said anxiously: "Wait, can I ask you..."

"You want to ask me what is my relationship with Xia Xiaochuan?" Ye Yufan took his question.

Guan Hongze nodded, he really wanted to know, he wanted to solve the mysteries about Ye Yufan one by one...

"You already know that I am SAFale, so the answer to this question is not far away." Ye Yufan kept a secret.

Guan Hongze: "Can't you just say it directly?"

Ye Yufan smiled bitterly and said, "No, because you won't believe me if I tell you. Wait until next time, if you have a chance."