Return to the Road of God

"Oh?" Ge Qinzhou asked with interest, "How did you find out?"

Guo Zhekai's hands hadn't been put down yet, as if posing: "Based on feeling!"

"Heh!" Ge Qinzhou stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray, took a brush, dipped it in ink and wiped it directly on the paper, with a few strokes, a pair of complete eyes jumped on the paper!

"Yin Yang eyes!" Everyone exclaimed.

"Oh~~~~~ Teacher is so amazing!!!" Guo Zhekai lay down on the table with his whole face facing those eyes, scratching the table in excitement.

The yin and yang eyes in this painting are not the "yin and yang eyes" mentioned in folklore and ghost stories, but the literal meaning.

The left side is a normal human eye with black pupils and the white of the eyes, and the right side is the reverse color of the left side, using a black background to set off the white eyes.Combining the left and right together, it looks extremely tense, as if it really comes from the eyes of ghosts and gods that can distinguish yin and yang from Tai Chi!

Someone said: "Teacher, what's so special about this painting? All of us can draw it, and it's even better than this painting."

Ge Qinzhou inserted the brush into the brush container and said, "Would you take a bucket of ink and run to other people's walls and splash your eyes out?"

Everyone: "..."

Another person asked: "Is this performance art?" To some extent, performance art pays more attention to the process of "behavior" rather than the result.

Ge Qinzhou glanced at him: "It can be said that, but none of you have the awareness of performance art yet."

"No!" Guo Zhekai was still lying on the table, "This is not just pure performance art!"

He took out another piece of printing paper that had not been modified by Ge Qinzhou, and said, "Look, this wall is at least two and a half meters high. How tall is he? He's taller than Zhang Dongdong?" Zhang Dongdong is the tallest student in the studio, Height 1.8 meters four.

"Such a big canvas!" Guo Zhekai gestured with his hands, "How to control the composition? He still has ink splashed on it, and it's easy to get out of shape!"

Ge Qinzhou nodded: "Zhe Kai is right, and the wall is located in an alley with a width of only two meters. He can't go far to see the whole picture, he can only splash it bit by bit, which means that he divides the wall into several parts. Blocks, filled out block by block."

"..." Everyone was shocked, how strong is this person's ability to control the map?Everyone knows that it is far more difficult to draw an A1 large picture than an A4 one, not to mention that on a wall that is taller than your own, the larger the painting area, the harder it is to control the proportions, and the easier it is to lose sight of the other.The eyes on the printable paper are completely symmetrical in shape!

"How about it, do you know that there are people beyond people and heaven beyond heaven?" Ge Qinzhou said.

Everyone nodded, some were frustrated, some sighed, only Guo Zhekai stared at the painting with a fighting spirit in his eyes: "From tomorrow, I will use two meters by two meters of drawing paper to draw!"

画室里的学生普遍用A1（840毫米长、594毫米宽）或A2（A1的一半）尺寸的画纸来作画，郭哲恺说要用二米乘二米，等于画的东西要比A1的大几乎四倍！

"Akai, this also means that you have to buy four times more paints than others..." another boy named He Yuexi complained in the studio.

Guo Zhekai, who was originally ambitious, was petrified when he heard it.A few seconds later, a scream rang out: "Teacher Ge~~~~~~~~~~"

Ge Qinzhou laughed and said, "I never asked you to do so, so the painting materials and paints are all handled by yourself. By the way, we don't have a two-meter-by-two-meter drawing board here. You can either spread the paper on the ground and draw on your knees, or put the paper on your knees. The paper is pasted on the wall, and the painting is fluttering..."

Everyone: "Hahahaha!"

"How could it be like this~~~!" Guo Zhekai burst into tears.

Ge Qinzhou: "However, if you can get a place in this year's National Youth Creative Painting Competition, the teacher will help you customize a drawing board and a climbing chair, how about it?"

"Aha!" Guo Zhekai suddenly became sunny again, "The ranking must be mine!"

"Cut~~~~" Everyone laughed and booed him.

Ge Qinzhou reminded: "This is the first time for you to participate in the painting competition. Don't forget to sign your pen name on the painting. You are future artists. This is the first serious entry. Maybe it will be worth a good price in the future!"

"Yes! Teacher!" The students continued to practice confidently. Ge Qinzhou walked out the door alone and silently lit a cigarette.

On a quiet and cold night, Ge Qinzhou seemed to hear what that person said to him when he left the campus——

"Qin Zhou, don't be stupid. Art is just a pastime for the upper class. People here are either so poor that they only have talent, or they are so rich that they only have money. The former sell their talents to survive, while the latter buy their talents to improve their posture. , do you think that everyone is really doing art? We are all just making a living, why don't you choose a more comfortable path?"

Ge Qinzhou frowned and exhaled smoke, yes, why didn't I choose the same path as you?You go to teach those children from rich families how to draw, no matter if they draw well or badly, it's just a thing anyway.

But here I am, bringing so many poor students, renting a dilapidated house that is not sheltered from the rain, and doing everything for that little hope...

Because I don't want to live numbly like you!

When I met Guo Zhekai who drew birds with chalk, and when I learned that the boy who painted the yin and yang eyes was only in his teens, I was so excited. Do you have it?

……

Ye Yufan fell into a drowsy sleep and didn't wake up until after nine o'clock in the morning.

He hadn't gone to class for many days, and his parents didn't care about him, and even called the school to ask for leave for him. This was something he didn't even dare to think about before.

Ye Yufan was a little tired of wandering outside like this every day with nothing to do, but he didn't know what to do.

It has been a week since the last time he got into trouble, although Father Ye bought him paints and brushes and encouraged him to paint at home, Ye Yufan was a little bit uninterested.

He still draws badly, and every time he paints, he suffers a severe blow to himself.

"I'm not good at painting at all!" Ye Yufan thought in his heart.

On this day, he wandered to his former junior high school, Ningcheng Experimental Junior High School is the leading key junior high school in the city.There is a food street near the school, which is specially for the food culture formed by the gluttonous students. You can find the most famous special snacks in Ningcheng on this street.

Ye Yufan just remembered the fried rice cakes he had eaten before. At that time, he didn't have the habit of eating snacks, and he would go home directly after school.I just ate with my classmates once, somehow, I miss it when I think about it now.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the students were all in school, and the food street seemed relatively deserted. Ye Yufan ate from the street to the end of the street by himself, eating all the things he had eaten before, and he never felt like eating. It makes people feel so happy.

There is a river about [-] meters away from the food street. I used to pass by it when I was leaving school, and I could always see boys and girls who fell in love with each other secretly walking along the river bank.

At this time, Ye Yufan came here alone.

The sun at the end of winter was cold, but it cast a layer of warm light on the withered grass.

The breeze blew past, blowing the slightly long bangs on Ye Yufan's forehead, and the river water shone like fish scales under the sunlight...

When Jiang Bing met Ye Yufan, it was such a scene——

The young man standing by the river put his hands in his pockets, so thin that he looked like he would be blown away by a gust of wind. His slightly squinted eyes showed a little melancholy, and he swept the water wave Lin in a daze.Then, he walked down step by step...

Jiang Bing suddenly had an ominous premonition. When the boy stepped on the mud, he had already shot out like an arrow.

Ye Yufan only felt that he had sunk into a biting cold unknowingly, but in just a second, he was dragged out of the ice cave.He heard someone shouting beside him: "You are sick! You are looking for death in this kind of place in winter!"

Ye Yufan huddled into a ball semiconsciously, he felt himself being hugged by someone, and that person yelled, "Fuck, you're made of paper!"

After feeling dizzy for a while, Ye Yufan was carried onto a motorcycle.

Jiang Bing put his hands around his waist, as if he felt uneasy, so he assigned himself to sit in front of him, took off his coat and wrapped him around, then stepped on the start lever with half a hug, and flew away go out.

The cold wind poured into Ye Yufan's neck, making him shiver, and he sneezed twice. If it wasn't for that man's coat, he would have been frozen into a popsicle on the way.

After a period of time, Ye Yufan was unable to think, his brain was numb from the cold, and his hands, feet, and body were losing consciousness... It was not until a gust of hot water sprayed on his head that Ye Yufan could clearly see where he was.

This was the bathroom of a stranger's house, and the endless hot water rushed onto his icy body, and Ye Yufan gradually stopped trembling.

Jiang Bing stared at the person who was squatting in the bathtub and had been washed with hot water for 10 minutes with a black line on his face. He was so speechless!

It’s rare to be in a good mood to look at the scenery by the river embankment, but I saw a little brother who skipped class. I thought this scene was really familiar, and I really looked like myself a few years ago. Why don’t I talk to him and see if no one covers me? Just let him hang out with me... but I didn't expect that he was looking for death!

"Damn it!" Jiang Bing cursed again.

But to be honest, this guy looks really good, his face is as white as a jade carving, his eyelashes are longer than his sister's, but his facial features look familiar.

"Hello! What's your name?" Seeing that Ye Yufan had become conscious, Jiang Bing asked ferociously.

Ye Yufan didn't answer, he struggled to avoid the hot water in his pocket, the spray made him unable to open his eyes.

Seeing him dodging, Jiang Bing sprayed water on his head on purpose. Ye Yufan coughed continuously, wiping the water off his face with trembling hands, trying to see the person standing in front of him clearly through the water curtain.

This guy is so skinny, Jiang Bing thought, he felt very light when he was hugged just now, but now that he is soaked in water, his clothes are all stuck to his body, like a cat soaked by rain. The fluffy hair hides the bony bones, and the thickness from the front chest to the back is only the width of one's palm.

Jiang Bing removed his shaggy hair, and Ye Yufan finally raised his eyes. His long eyelashes flapped one by one, covering his eyes as dark as midnight. The water drops in the corners of his eyes were like broken diamonds. Flashes under the light.

Jiang Bing's hands trembled suddenly, and the sprinkler sprayed Ye Yufan's face again. Ye Yufan was choked, raised his bony arm to cover his mouth and coughed in embarrassment.

Jiang Bing's ears were hot, and he threw his disheveled hair to him: "You warm yourself up, and then take off your wet clothes! I'll find you a new one and put them on again!!" After shouting these words, he ran away as if fleeing. out of the bathroom.

"What an annoyance!" He murmured, went back to his room and turned on the air conditioner, tidied up the messy bed before looking for clothes in the closet.