Return to the Road of God

Bai Qing didn't get Bai Changqing's contact information from Bo Ling, because the Bai family only knew that he went to Xili, but no one knew what he was going to do, where he lived, and whether he had a mobile phone.

And Bo Ling obviously took Bai Qing's words as nonsense—"I don't know what you heard, Xia Xiaochuan is dead, no matter how talented that safale is, he's just another person."

Bai Qing was frightened by her elder brother's attitude and stammered: "I, I..." She wanted to explain, but she didn't know where to start, and Bai Ling didn't want to hear what she had to say, but accused her angrily: "I never I didn't know you would become a nosy girl, Xiao Qing, I can't control you if you like Aze, but I hope you and Xiao Mu don't get involved in what he wants to do."

Bai Qing's eyes were sore all of a sudden, she was squeamish after all, she had hardly been disciplined like this, especially her eldest brother who always doted on her, while Bai Ling, who was eager to protect her sister, was still chattering: "What is the situation in China now, how much I miss you You should have heard that some reporters may go to Xili to trouble you these few days, please don’t talk nonsense, especially Xiao Mu, you should protect his privacy..."

Hanging up the phone aggrievedly, Bai Qing looked at her younger brother who was silent at the side - he heard all the conversation just now.

"They must be hiding something from us." Bai Mu narrowed his eyes and said.

Bai Qing: "What do you think will happen?"

Bai Mu touched the ears of "Da Vinci": "I don't know, but I always have a bad feeling..."

Bai Qing: "What premonition?"

"You said..." Bai Mu raised his head and looked at Bai Qing, "Could we not be the biological children of our parents?"

Bai Qing was shocked: "Huh?"

Bai Mu: "Back then, my aunt and mother went to the countryside to raise a baby, but in the end it was only my mother and us who came back. Even though they announced that my aunt died of dystocia, we didn't know about it. Instead, I thought that my aunt died of illness! "

Bai Qing realized what Bai Muxiang meant: "You mean, we might be my aunt's children?"

Bai Mu shrugged: "Who knows, my aunt got pregnant before she got married and ruined the reputation of the Bai family. What's more, she is pregnant with Xia Xiaochuan's flesh and blood. Who is Xia Xiaochuan? He is gay." At that time, this phenomenon was almost cannot be tolerated.

Everything Bai Mu said made sense, and Bai Qing had nothing to refute. The fact that the family hid Bai Changqing's existence from them was equivalent to hiding everything related to Xia Xiaochuan... It made perfect sense.

Bai Qing asked with a pale face: "Then what should we do now?"

Bai Mu lowered his head and stroked the cat in his arms: "I can only find Second Uncle, ask him face to face."

While the Bai family siblings were discussing this matter, the rest of the people were not idle.

Guan Hongze kept making phone calls for several days and asked many friends in Xili to help them inquire.Among them, some are perfunctory and haha, and some directly show that they are not free.

In the past, with the words of the young master of the official family, there would be people lining up to stand on their backs, but it was only at this moment that Guan Hongze discovered who was really attracted by his own personality, not because of the influence of the official family.

He Yuexi and Guo Zhekai don't have many contacts and friends, so they can only use the most old-fashioned method to search for them in person.

Although the city of Xili is not big, if they want to find Ye Yufan, it is still tantamount to "finding a needle in a haystack". Besides, no one can tell where Bai Changqing will take Ye Yufan, maybe to another city?Thinking of this, the two of them were extremely frustrated, wishing they could go back to that afternoon and listen to the manic doctor's words to stop Bai Changqing.

This period happened to be the rematch period of the "Chris Fayon" painting competition. The people in Xili were all tourists, and there will be more people in a few days, because the final result of the competition will be announced in this global school as soon as possible. The premier art school public.

The theme of the rematch was also announced on the Internet yesterday, it was a religious topic that confused everyone - "karma".

Many foreigners think that this question can be translated as "desire", that is, "desire".If translated in Chinese, it can be understood as "doing things", and later extended to Buddhism's karma and cause and effect.

It is also correct to translate it into desire. Only when there is a desire can one do something, and doing anything will have a corresponding "result", that is, cause and effect.

Since it is so simple, why did the team choose the uncommon and obscure Sanskrit word "karma"?The reason is very simple, because the sponsor of the competition, "Chris", is a Buddhist—that's how willful he is.

It seems that the contestants from China, Japan, India and other Southeast Asian countries who mainly believe in Buddhism have a great advantage, but when they really pick up the pens, they find that the problem is so big that they can draw almost anything they want. Because anyone can explain - "This is what I 'want' to paint, this is my desire!", or, "The competition is the cause, and the painting I draw is the effect!"

……

It is another question that tests one's artistic accomplishment and depth of thought. Everyone can't help but feel that a great artist is not just a casual passer-by, nor is one who can draw and win awards.

After seeing the contest questions, Guan Hongze concluded directly: "If Ye Yufan were Xia Xiaochuan, then we wouldn't be able to see Safale's paintings, because the Xia family has the karma of painting, but they have no desire to participate in the competition."

He asked Fu Tingxin again: "Have you thought about what you plan to paint?"

Fu Tingxin: "..."

What to draw?When he thought that the safale who defeated him was a god-level figure that he would never be able to catch up to, and that person was still staying in a body younger than himself, he felt that life had no hope.

What's the point of competing if you don't have the desire to win?

Fame and money?Fu Tingxin, who was born in a famous family, has never demanded these things.

The question is back to the original point - why did you choose to go this way?Why paint?Do you have the impulse and passion for it?

Fu Tingxin's mind went blank, he really wanted to ask Ye Yufan face to face at this moment, oh no, it was the genius Xia Xiaochuan who drew the flowing wind back to the snow line at the age of seventeen or eighteen, what was his reason for painting, and what he could get from it .

It seems that in Xia Xiaochuan's short life, his talent against the sky only brought him unfortunate encounters and a tragic fate, nothing more.

……

Ye Yufan woke up leisurely, blinked his eyes blankly, and after seeing Bai Changqing's figure clearly, he stretched himself up nervously and rushed forward.

"What's wrong?" Bai Changqing patted him on the back lightly.

"Just now, I remembered something that happened in the past." Ye Yufan hugged him, not knowing what to say, the scene in the dream was too embarrassing for anyone to speak.

Bai Changqing coaxed him: "What's the matter? Come, tell me."

"...Someone wrapped me up in gauze, from head to toe, like wrapping a mummy, but left my nose and mouth to let me breathe..." Ye Yufan recalled with a frown, "I can't see anything, and I can't see anything." No sense of touch."

Bai Changqing's face turned pale: "Who did this to you?"

Ye Yufan pursed his lips and did not answer, but said: "I have no strength in my body, and I can't move at all. I am very scared and want to talk, but the sound I make is like a mosquito, and my ears are blocked. It's..."

Bai Changqing: "What happened next?"

"Someone kisses me, hugs me..." Ye Yufan closed his eyes, his body trembling. In his memory, he was wrapped up like a mummy for a long time, and when someone kissed him, he actually enjoyed the only touch , he hungrily sucked the body fluid in the other party's mouth, entangled with the other party, and longed for more depth and hugs.

Bai Changqing was speechless, he hugged Ye Yufan and asked tremblingly, "Is that person Lin Yun?"

Ye Yufan didn't say a word, but tightly hugged Bai Changqing's arm to reveal his fear and nervousness.

After a long time, Ye Yufan whispered, "I want to draw."

Bai Changqing handed him the notebook, and Ye Yufan leaned into his arms and began to draw, as if he could forget all pain and troubles by drawing.

Slow-paced jazz music came from the small bar downstairs in the hotel, and the thin bedding was wrapped around the waists of the two of them. Siri's too lazy season made everything extremely leisurely, but the air was filled with unspeakable sadness.

Bai Changqing silently accompanied Ye Yufan. He remembered the conversation he had with Xia Xiaochuan when he was in France——

"Do you like to draw?"

"Fortunately, I just want to paint all the time."

"Do you feel happy painting?"

"No, I'm happier with you."

"Then why do you still want to paint instead of me?"

"Because painting proves my existence, as Kadir said, 'I think, therefore I am', but thinking you can't prove my existence, it can only prove yours."

"...Then please, when you are drawing, think of me by the way."

"I'm already doing that."

……

Yes, he has been doing that all the time. His paintings not only prove his own existence, but also the existence of Bai Changqing. When he saw "Back View" published in "Paris Art Newspaper" abroad, Bai Changqing was excited. I can't help but feel sad.

His lover is so talented, but he would rather hope that he is just a simple ordinary person.

What's the use of genius?Unlucky geniuses!He just wants him to be happy and to have a good life for him...

Gently hugging the young body in his arms, Bai Changqing thought sadly.

"Can you draw a portrait for me?" Bai Changqing asked.

"Your portrait?" Ye Yufan repeated foolishly.

Bai Changqing: "Yes, that's what I look like now."

Ye Yufan was a little dazed, but he almost obeyed Bai Changqing's words, and the thought of drawing someone he loves made him feel better: "Can I draw a big one?"

Bai Changqing couldn't help laughing: "Of course."

Ye Yufan said anxiously: "But there is no big drawing board or paper here."

Bai Changqing: "I'll go out and buy."

With the experience of last time, this time Ye Yufan no longer worries about gain and loss, and simply agreed: "Okay, come back soon."

Bai Changqing kissed his forehead: "Yes."

Because there were a lot of things to purchase, Bai Changqing brought a credit card this time, and the drawing board and easel could not be resisted by himself, so he left the address of the hotel and asked the clerk of the painting supply shop to deliver it.

By the time everything was ready, it was already evening.

The two briefly ate some of the food that Bai Changqing had packed from the restaurant, and Ye Yufan started to write. He let Bai Changqing sit on the only chair, and he put the drawing board in front of the bed.

The light was dim, but it didn't affect Bai Changqing's image in Ye Yufan's eyes. Even if he didn't look at it, he had already engraved the appearance of the man in front of him in his heart.

——No matter how much time passes, his handsome face and gentle eyes cannot be erased.