Return to the Road of God

After reaching the conclusion, Chong Shan immediately called Rui Beinian back, "Mr. Rui, is the painting you gave me incomplete?"

Rui Beinian was shocked, "How do you know?"

Chong Shan, "Because these paintings are related to each other, they are an integral part of a portrait."

Everyone who has played jigsaw puzzles knows that the whole picture cannot be seen from a single piece, no wonder they couldn't understand it, "What else," Rui Beinian asked anxiously.

"The painter is very talented, but the picture you showed me is not a work. The picture is too rough, and the brushwork is also very jerky," Chongshan thought, "It looks like a draft with a neutral pen."

As expected of a professor at a well-known art academy, Rui Beinian was amazed, "Can you tell the artist's age?" He asked again.

Chong Shan said with a smile: "It's not that powerful. We can guess the age of the other party through the strength of the painter's brushwork, or analyze the intention and mentality of the painter's painting to infer the mental age of the other party. As for the actual age, it is really hard to say. ah."

Rui Beinian: "Alright, can you infer the other party's painting age or mental age?"

"Hmm..." Chong Shan pondered, "These paintings give me a very contradictory feeling. As I said just now, the painter's consciousness is old, and he is a painter with a certain age, but his brushwork is jerky and like Newcomer. It may also be because he often looks at paintings, but rarely does it himself. Such a person is unlikely to be a child...Of course, this is just my own opinion."

Rui Beinian felt that every word Chongshan said was very appropriate to his previous inferences. While pondering, he heard the other party ask: "Do you have any extra parts? I think, if you can see the complete picture , perhaps more conclusions can be drawn.

"...Are you not alone?" Rui Beinian was a little nervous.

Chong Shan said: "My students are here too."

Rui Beinian said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I only have so many." He knew that there were 23 pictures in total, but he only had nine of them. He didn't expect that each one was useful!Rui Beinian became more and more curious and excited about the child named Ye Yufan.

After hearing the words, Chongshan said regretfully: "It's like this, what a pity." He told Rui Bei the order of the puzzle and hung up the phone after a year.Guan Hongze asked, "That person's surname is Rui?" He heard Chong Shan call him Mr. Rui, so he couldn't help guessing, "Is it called Rui Beinian?"

Chong Shan: "Yes, you know him?"

Guan Hongze: "So it's him, I know this person."

Chong Shan asked with a smile, "What happened to him?"

Guan Hongze: "He is an expert in psychology and can hypnotize him. I met him when I was a child. After talking to me for a few words, I got my idea out of him. I thought he had mind reading skills. Every time I saw him, I felt chills down my back. .”

Chong Shan: "This kind of person is really scary."

"That's right, my uncle has no secrets at all in front of him." Guan Hongze shrugged his shoulders, as if lamenting Guan Fengming's tragic fate.

Chong Shan looked at the paintings on the table and said, "Psychologists..." Heh, how many of the truly talented artists are mentally normal these days?

In the next few days, Rui Beinian was very entangled. He hesitated whether to ask the other party about Xia Xiaochuan, but he couldn't reveal too much, and his heart was in turmoil.

The situation is already obvious - there is indeed a 32-year-old painter living in Ye Yufan's body, because there are two people, so they are advanced and naive, and this is the perfect explanation.

But what evidence is there?Unless you get the identification, paintings, materials, etc. about "Xia Xiaochuan"... Rui Beinian thought about it, even if he asked Chong Shan about "Xia Xiaochuan", Ye Yufan's existence would not be revealed!He is loose.

The next day, Chong Shan received another email from Rui Beinian.

"Xia Xiaochuan, born in 1952?" Chong Shan frowned in thought, is he a 48-year-old painter?

He replied: "I have never heard of this person. A large part of the painters in the industry are freelance artists, and some painters only publish their pseudonyms. Unless they are very famous, their real names are rarely known. But I will help you inquire, and if I have any news, I will reply to you."

Afterwards, Chongshan wrote down the three words "Xia Xiaochuan" on his close-fitting notepad, and temporarily put the matter behind him.

He still has a lot of things to do. There will be an awards ceremony for the Creative Painting Contest next year, and he will have to communicate with Guo Zhekai and He Yuexi on behalf of Mr. Guan. When he thinks that he is likely to meet Ge Qinzhou at that time, he has a headache.

Besides the headache, there was excitement, timidity, and nervousness that he didn't want to admit.

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It was rare for him to return to China. With the company of his brothers and sisters in China, Fu Tingxin watched all the scheduled movies in theaters, visited the nearby streets and alleys, ate all the delicacies in this city, and bought a box of messy gadgets...except paintings painting.

In fact, for other children of the Fu family, drawing has become the same habit as eating and sleeping. They spend hours every day sitting in front of the drawing board, forcing themselves to calm down and draw lines stroke by stroke. Coloring.The children in the art family are not as talented and beautiful as the outside world thinks. All the achievements of the Fu family are "a painting on paper, ten years of work in the pen"!

But Fu Tingxin was an exception.

He is special, he is more capable of learning than anyone else, and he is more spiritual than anyone else, so that when he reaches a height that he thinks he is satisfied with, he has no drive than anyone else.

After learning Chinese painting, Fu Tingxin began to live in confusion.He did pottery with his aunt, and designed small buildings with his father, but he didn't think it was very interesting.

Since a few months ago, he has stopped drawing.At first, Fu Tingxin's relatives were very anxious when they heard about it, fearing that he would lose his mind by playing with things, especially Fu Xian, who wanted to beat his son when he saw that his son was not doing business all day long.

But the old man at home said: "Let him play." These four words are very important, and Fu Tingxin was ecstatic when he heard it, as if he had won the gold medal for avoiding death. Everyone let him go, what did he want to do? Just do whatever.

But after a period of free time, he gradually felt bored, his hands began to itch, and he wanted to paint again.Perhaps because of the rebellious factor, Fu Tingxin wanted to suppress his impulse and never touch the paintbrush.

When painting, Fu Tingxin often felt lonely. He wanted to go crazy and hang out outside like his peers, and study and play like them. He didn't want to sit in the studio for a whole day.

However, when he tried to run out, he found that he could not integrate into that world.

He met a lot of people of the same age in China. They didn't have good taste, and some of their outfits looked ridiculous, but they were just as vibrant, happy and carefree.

why?

He doesn't understand others, and he doesn't understand himself. He starts to think about what painting means to him. Is it because of his talent?Or is it the mission of being a descendant of the Fu family?Most of the things he created are incomprehensible to ordinary people. Could it be that he raised his own aesthetics to an absolute height just for self-admiration?

I don't want to, I don't want to draw anymore.

——Fu Tingxin once swore like this.

Until that day, in the pile of waste paintings in the corridor, I saw those few lines.

Painting is the language of painters. If writers communicate through words, then artists undoubtedly communicate through works of art.

Fu Tingxin ignored all the paintings in the creative competition candidates, but picked up these few copies of paper, precisely because he could understand a hundred paintings in the exhibition hall in seconds, except for these few papers picked up in the corridor Make him feel mysterious.

This kind of mystery is not due to the painter's scribbling, but the profoundness.

For example, if Qian Zhongshu's "Guan Zhui Bian" is read by a person without any knowledge of ancient prose reading, he will feel that the other party's writing is a heavenly script; It is obscure but difficult to understand; but if a scholar majoring in ancient Chinese reads it, he will feel that it is an academic masterpiece, and he wants to study and learn.

Fu Tingxin is now between the second and third types. When he thinks that the other party may be about the same age as himself (the age limit for the participants in the painting competition is 14-18 years old), he is both unhappy and excited... There is a kind of finding Companionship.

Fu Tingxin locked himself in the room, and took out the crumpled pieces of paper again.

Who is the person who painted these pictures, is it a man or a woman, will he be disappointed knowing that he did not win the award?It's okay, they don't understand you, I understand.I know you are amazing...

He looked at, touched, and there was a desire in his eyes that he didn't know-the desire to communicate with the other party.

"What are you looking at?" Fu Tingxin was startled by the sudden voice. He looked back and said angrily, "Why didn't you knock on the door!" The person who came was Fu Tingxin's uncle, Fu Rongguo.

"You didn't hear it after knocking a few times. Why are you so attentive?" Fu Rongguo leaned up and saw that Fu Tingxin was looking at a painting. He laughed, and his forgiving and narrow expression made Fu Tingxin blush.

"I just look at it casually!" The young man's arrogance aroused his embarrassment, and he didn't want his family to know that he was still passionate about painting.

Fu Rongguo rubbed his head, and said dotingly: "It's not a big deal, just take a look, we won't force you if you don't want to draw, hehehe..."

"..." Fu Tingxin felt extremely powerless.

Fu Rongguo took the drawing paper in his nephew's hand, looked at it twice, his complexion changed slightly, and he shook his head in an instant: "It really looks like it."

Fu Tingxin: "What really looks like?"

"Like a person's painting style," Fu Rongguo showed admiration, "Did you draw this?"

"It's not me!" Fu Tingxin shook his head, becoming more curious: "Whose painting style does it look like?"

"Come with me." Fu Rongguo took his nephew to the basement of the villa, where there are many paintings and books collected by the Fu family. He turned on the headlights, rummaged through a huge painting cabinet, and found a painting after a long time. The painting sealed in a nanmu picture frame, due to standing upright for many years, some dust accumulated on the top of the picture frame, Fu Rongguo gently wiped it off with a white cloth, and said to his nephew, "Come and see this."

This is a portrait painted with traditional Chinese painting techniques. The picture uses the dual skills of fine brushwork and freehand brushwork at the same time, depicting a young man in his 30s and [-]s vividly and full of charm.

It can be seen that this painting has a certain age, and the accumulation of years has covered the painting paper with a layer of old yellow, showing a touch of retro beauty.

The man in the painting sits quietly on a rattan chair, wearing a Zhongshan suit from the period of the Republic of China, holding a tea bowl in one hand and holding on to the cup lid in the other. The tea mist is lightly applied with light ink, making people feel as if they smell the fragrance of Pu’er tea emanating from the painting.

The man was not smiling, but his soft facial expression made people feel that he was in a happy mood, just like a piece of warm and beautiful jade, its brilliance was dim and it seemed to be shining brightly.

The reason why Fu Rongguo asked Fu Tingxin to look at this painting was because the silk pattern on the man's clothes was drawn with dark ochre-colored lines, and the drawing method of this line was exactly the same as the messy lines on the sketches in Fu Tingxin's hands. The only difference was that The pattern on the clothes is drawn with a very fine brush, with thick and thin shades, twists and turns, and splashes of ink, extending freely and alive like vines, while the lines on the copy paper are a bit jerky and forced.

"Who is this..." Fu Tingxin asked in a daze, "...who painted it?"

His eyes moved to look for the seal or name on the picture, but he saw a neat row of English letters carved with a knife in the lower right corner of the picture frame: SHOTRAY.

The author has something to say: Small popular science: "Meticulous brushwork" and "freehand brushwork" in traditional Chinese painting——

Gongbi: realistic painting.

Freehand brushwork: Compared with fine brushwork, it pays more attention to charm and artistic conception, with simple form and rich meaning.

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PS. The article involves sensitive topics, so I won’t go into details, please make up your own mind.