Return to the Road of God

It was the first time that someone of the same sex gave him an unusually favorable impression, and Ye Yufan found that he wasn't in any abnormal mood, he just felt a little awkward.

Being loved is actually a very happy feeling.

It’s like over the past ten years, every time someone confesses, or hears someone say “someone has a crush on you”, there will be a little joy in my heart. As a perfectionist, the admiration of others is sometimes their spiritual food.

However, not every relationship he can give is equal in return. Ye Yufan only has one person and one heart, and he has only had a crush on one girl since he was a child, so most of the time he can only politely reject each other, and at the same time appreciate those People who like themselves.

But when Jiang Xue said that Tong Yue might like her, Ye Yufan was still embarrassed for a moment.

"What did you mean when you said that Li Le drew a bunch of rambutans?" Ye Yufan asked, changing the subject.

"Ah, it's the painting he participated in the competition. We've seen it before," Jiang Xue said with a smile. "His painting is not a rambutan, but just like a rambutan..."

"I thought it had other meanings," Ye Yufan also smiled, and asked again, "What kind of competition is the creative painting competition you mentioned? Are students like you all participating?"

Jiang Xue: "This competition is nationwide. Anyone aged 14-18 can participate. They don't need to be students of art schools. We learn this just to find a way out. There are also some children who have been trained in professional studios since childhood. That kind of people Either take painting as a hobby, or take the path of a professional painter... Once you win a prize in the competition, you can not only record it in your personal resume, but also get extra points when you take the exam for the Academy of Fine Arts. The most important thing is, May be funded!"

Ye Yufan: "Sponsorship?"

"Well..." Jiang Xue only remembered that there was funding, but she didn't know the specific situation. She scratched her head and ear canal, "Or let's buy a copy of "The Artist"...Ah! Today is the 10th, and there just happens to be a new issue. The competition results and winning works will be published!"

Jiang Xue dragged Ye Yufan to the magazine booth at the school gate, and the peddler said excitedly: "This book has been sold for so long, and it is the best seller today, and now there are less than ten copies. I heard that someone in your school has won an award." ..."

Jiang Xue took out her wallet, a magazine with thick color pages, the price of 20 yuan per issue was quite expensive at the time, Jiang Xue peeled off the transparent bag after getting the book, and complained while flipping through it, "This kid Li Le is not Knowing which tendon is wrong, obviously such a big good thing... What a disappointment!"

"It's because of me." Ye Yufan blamed himself a little.

"No, no, don't think too much about it, he's usually a bit cynical... Ah, I found it!" Jiang Xue showed it to Ye Yufan, "The China Art Foundation, established with the investment of the Art Dealers Alliance and the Artists Association, is dedicated to talented painters. The art dealers will provide special support... It can be seen that there are official Hongyun Group and Bai Family's Yishi Group in the Art Dealer Alliance, both of which are super rich!"

"I see." Ye Yufan took the magazine, and when he turned to the selected page of the award-winning works, he paused - on the first page was the No.1 work, "Dream".

Ye Yufan took a closer look at this sketch with uncomplicated techniques of expression. There are two people, one is sleeping and the other is running, but they share one foot. What a concise and clear language.He fell into silence, but his blood boiled with excitement, because this painting also painted his mood without reservation.

Ye Yufan saw the artist's name and age in the lower right corner of the painting——Guo Zhekai (16), is he only 16 years old... On the extremely high-definition picture, the mature lines outline a lifelike posture, showing the painter's ability to do things with ease expression ability.

He felt the gap between himself and the other party, but he was not depressed because of it. On the contrary, his goal of continuing to paint became clearer, and he did not resign himself to being inferior because of this. Instead, he felt that he could also conceive this kind of work, but he was not strong enough to express it. This is a very visually impactful picture, you have to practice harder.

"You've been looking at this painting for a long time, is it that good-looking?" Jiang Xue interrupted Ye Yufan's thoughts.

Ye Yufan said: "I think it resonates quite well, it really is No.1, haha."

"Eh? What resonance?" Jiang Xue was puzzled, "Are you dreaming?"

Ye Yufan touched the printed picture in the magazine, and said, "The body is still sleeping, but the soul has already flown."

——So the soul has to bear the pain of peeling off the cocoon, and uses the running posture to wake up the sleeping body. This is the "dream".

Jiang Xue was confused by what she heard, and she didn't know whether Ye Yufan was deliberately fooling people or she was just too stupid, but in the end she chose to believe the latter...

"Hey, see if there is a painting by Li Le in the back," Jiang Xue said.

Ye Yufan looked through and found that only the first, second and third works were printed in full pages, and the size of the excellent award works was much smaller. It was hard to find Li Le's paintings. They are so small that they can't be seen clearly, but they are still very interesting. like a bunch of rambutans...

"Let me just say it!" Jiang Xue pointed at the painting and smiled.

"Actually, if you look carefully, Li Le just drew a strong contrast between red and yellow. The red is the round thorn, and the yellow is the background. The burr pierces the yellow like a needle tip, which is very visually impactful. ...He should be a person who is very eager to stand at the top, and also longs for a partner." Ye Yufan said.

There is a reason for this, Jiang Xue is really convinced, but at the same time, she is also anxious about her IQ...

"The bonus for the Excellence Award is only 2000 yuan." Ye Yufan looked at the final award description and felt sorry for Li Le. "It's only enough to buy two boxes of paint."

Jiang Xue: "Well, the bonus is not the most important thing, there should be other rewards."

"Is that so? Oh, I saw it. You will be given the annual "Artist" magazine as a gift, and you can get 10 extra points if you apply for the Huaxia Academy of Fine Arts within three years." Ye Yufan continued to sigh, "It's really little."

Jiang Xue: "... Where is No.1?"

Ye Yufan: "The bonus is 5, and you can choose to enroll in any art academy in China. There is also an asterisked word 'additional funding'. Does it mean that you will receive funding from the foundation?"

Jiang Xue: "That's right!"

Ye Yufan looked over the list of winners and found that only two people received additional funding. Besides the painter of "Dream", there was He Yuexi, the painter of No.2 "Angel".

Jiang Xue: "It turns out that not everyone will be sponsored. No.2 only chose one of the two!"

Ye Yufan flipped through the magazines, and said, "But the experts from the foundation have a good vision. "Winter" is indeed better than "City of Tomorrow."

... Can you really see it?Why do I look the same?Jiang Xue burst into tears.

Jiang Bing returned home with a pale complexion, rushed into the bathroom, hugged the toilet and vomited furiously before he could take off his clothes. After a round of vomiting, he quickly stripped himself naked, stuffed his clothes into the washing machine, and poured out half a bag of washing powder. Then hugged the toilet and vomited again.

When Jiang Xue and Ye Yufan came back, Jiang Bing had just taken a hot shower, but the hot water hadn't washed away the dying earthy gray on his body. Seeing these two, Jiang Bing's eyes instantly shone with longing, and surrounded him. They asked, "Where did you go? What did you do? Have you eaten? Do you want to eat together?"

Jiang Xue: "Didn't I tell you a long time ago, I brought Ye Yufan to our school."

"What's so good about going to your school," Jiang Bing asked Ye Yufan, "You went? Isn't it boring? Why don't you follow me for fun..."

Jiang Xue couldn't stand Jiang Bing's noise, and shouted: "Brother! You are so annoying!"

Ye Yufan asked, "What about you, are you at home today?"

"What else can he do? Every day he spends time outside with his group of cronies, or sleeps and plays games at home." Jiang Xue seemed to dislike Jiang Bing's social life. "I'll change clothes and go out for dinner later?"

When Jiang Xue entered her room, Jiang Bing took the opportunity to get close to Ye Yufan, and suddenly hugged him from behind as if playing a prank. This kind of squabbling among boys is very common, but Jiang Bing's sudden action still made Ye Yufan feel strange. Put your elbow on him: "What are you doing!"

Today's experience really made Jiang Bing shiver, and he didn't know what happened to his nerves. When he was carrying the dead man, his whole body nerves seemed to be paralyzed, but in retrospect, Jiang Bing's entire scalp was numb. , restless all over, like maggots attached to the bones, like a light on the back!

While cursing himself for being dizzy, he desperately longed to talk to people close to him, and even have physical contact, as if this was the only way to drive away the death breath in his body. If Ye Yufan hadn't come, Jiang Bing might risk being killed. Hug the sharp-tongued girl at the risk of beating.

Jiang Bing reached out and touched Ye Yufan's chest, feeling the other person's normal heartbeat, and was so moved that tears filled his eyes: "It's so good to be alive..."

Ye Yufan: "..."

The next day, when Jiang Bing put a box of Winsor and Newton artist-grade paint boxes in front of him, Ye Yufan was even more speechless. He was just joking, but Jiang Bing actually bought it for him!Ya also had a look of "my lord, I'm not good at it" and "asking for admiration and praise", which made Ye Yufan wonder if Jiang Bing had done something improper again.

But Jiang Bing didn't wait for Ye Yufan's likes, and even attracted the other party's doubts: "Why are you buying this?"

Jiang Bing: "Didn't you ask me to buy it?"

Ye Yufan: "When did I say that?"

"Last time you said that there was this box of paint in the cabinet of the painting supply store... what the hell!" Jiang Bing finally realized that Ye Yufan didn't say he wanted that at all!A few words of dialogue instantly killed all Jiang Bing's efforts and the psychological trauma he endured silently. His heart was broken and he held his breath: "Since you don't want it, I'll throw it away now!"

"Hey, wait, who said I don't want it anymore? Since you bought it all, I would be unreasonable if I don't appreciate it, right?" Ye Yufan put away the box with a smile, and said, "Just treat it as if you paid me back."

Jiang Bing: "..."

A few days later, Ye Yufan went to class with Jiang Xue again, and he took out the paint that Jiang Bing gave him: "Here, here it is for you."

Jiang Xue: "What?"

Ye Yufan: "Your brother and I gave you a New Year's gift, although it's a bit late."

Jiang Xue looked carefully at the things in her hand, and opened her mouth into an O shape.

Ye Yufan smiled and said, "Don't you want it?"

"Thank you!" Jiang Xue hugged the paint box, and was so moved that she wanted to confess on the spot. It really was the person she liked, and she exuded the charm of a male god all the time...

Ye Yufan rubbed his nose: "Your brother is embarrassed, so let me bring it to you, and don't mention it in front of him." It's rare to lie, and Ye Yufan is also a little nervous, but he won't be able to use this high-end gadget for the time being Son, it’s better to leave it alone, Jiang Xue has taken care of him so much during this time, it’s more practical to give it to Jiang Xue.

Jiang Xue blushed and said, "I understand..."

——Male god, don't say anything, I understand your intentions, and there is no need to pretend to be my brother, he has never bought me any serious gifts since he was a child, and his elm head is not He knows what the seven emotions and six desires are, what a fart he knows!

That night, Jiang Xue carefully packaged the box of paint, wrote on it with a scented flash pen, "Given by Ye Yufan in a few years, a few months and a few days", and drew a bunch of hearts and petals around the male god's name, Finally, I hid it in the innermost side of my own locked drawer, and pressed a modern Chinese dictionary on top...