Return to the Road of God

"Xiao Yu, are you awake?" Mother Ye came in and saw her son lying on the bed in a daze.

Ye Yufan responded, "Mom..."

"Feel better?" Mother Ye wiped the thermometer, let her son suck it, and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Ye Yufan said with a thermometer in his mouth, "I don't have much appetite."

Mother Ye said: "You have to eat something if you don't have an appetite. You see, you are too tired these days, so so many things happen."

Yeah?Am I too tired?Ye Yufan was puzzled.

Ye Mu said: "I have stewed chicken soup, I will get up and drink some later."

"Mom," Ye Yufan interrupted her and asked, "Is my primary school art homework still there?"

Mother Ye was stunned: "Art homework? I packed it up." It means throwing it away or selling it to recycling dealers along with unwanted newspapers and books.

Ye Yufan: "Oh."

"If I don't throw it away, you will throw it away yourself. Those pictures of yours..." Mother Ye suddenly realized something, stopped the topic, and asked, "Why did you remember to look at those things?"

Ye Yufan: "Aren't the pictures I drew when I was a child ugly?"

Mother Ye: "Yeah, because you don't like drawing."

Ye Yufan let out a "hmm" and fell silent again.

Mother Ye felt inexplicable, but she soon realized that her son did not ask this question for no reason.

A few days later, in the early morning, Ye's mother pushed open the door of Ye Yufan's room, and saw that her son had already woken up, and he was writing something in front of the writing desk.At first, Mother Ye thought Ye Yufan was studying, but when she got closer, she found that he was actually painting!

He took a pen and daubed intently on the paper, and there were already a bunch of drawn drawings on the table!With so many paintings, Mother Ye deeply doubted whether Ye Yufan slept at night!Did he sit here and paint all night?

"Xiao Yu..." Mother Ye called him, her voice was very soft, she was not afraid of scaring Xiao Yu, but she was afraid of scaring herself.

Ye Yufan said "Mmm" without looking back, and Mother Ye breathed a sigh of relief, and asked, "What are you doing, what time did you get up?"

This time Ye Yufan didn't respond, he just painted on his own, completely pretending that Mother Ye didn't exist.

Mother Ye lightly picked up the painting closest to her and looked at it. It was a mess, with only three colors of red, blue and black, because her son only had pens of these three colors.

The content of the painting is even more puzzling. Some are purely color blocks, all black, all blue, and I don’t know how long it will take to fill the big piece with a thin neutral pen...

Mother Ye was confused, she didn't know if the current Ye Yufan was the Ye Yufan she knew, but she remembered the doctor's order and asked calmly, "What are you painting?"

"Memory." Ye Yufan replied.

Mother Ye was taken aback: "What memory?"

Ye Yufan: "My memory."

Mother Ye was surprised: "Can memory be drawn?"

Ye Yufan: "Of course I can, I'm a painter!"

"..." This self-proclaimed "painter" son made Mother Ye very entangled, and she walked out silently.

"Here it is." Ye's mother nervously told her husband about her son's situation at the moment, but just after finishing speaking, Ye Yufan came out, holding the pile of drawing paper covered with abstract lines, and said eagerly: "Look!"

Father Ye was mentally prepared, and immediately went forward cooperatively: "What?"

"Look, look at the pictures I drew!" Ye Yufan spread out the pictures and looked at Father Ye nervously, as if waiting for someone's approval.

Father Ye glanced at the pile of unknown lines with a deep expression.But no matter how deep he pretended to be, he couldn't hide the truth that he couldn't understand.He really wanted to ask Ye Mu the same question just now, "What is this?", but Ye Mu had just told him that it was the memory of his son's painting.

Ye Yufan's expectant gaze made Father Ye unable to refuse, even if he knew very well that the person in front of him was the so-called "Ye Yufan's other personality", he still had to pretend to understand and play smart with his son.

"The painting is not bad." Father Ye said.

Ye Yufan showed a look of joy, but the joy disappeared after a while. He stared at Father Ye's expression and said, "You lied to me."

Father Ye was confused, and he wanted to explain, but saw his son's expression of anger, grievance, and depression at this time. These emotions were revealed without reservation, which made Father Ye at a loss.

Ye Yufan looked at his hands, then grabbed the papers violently, tore and crumbled them desperately, and shouted more and more hysterically: "Why! Why! Why can't I draw it!"

Father Ye hugged his son in panic, restrained his wildly waving arms, and tried to comfort him: "I'm sorry, Xiao Yu, it's dad who can't understand..."

"Ah—let me go—!" Ye Yufan yelled hysterically, struggling desperately, but there was still a gap in strength between a 15-year-old boy and a man in his forties.

"Baby, be obedient...Baby, calm down..." Since his son entered elementary school, Ye's father has never used this kind of affectionate address. He never thought that he would use this method again in this situation. Comforting 15 year old son.

During this period, Mother Ye was also sobbing, comforting Ye Yufan softly.

Ye Yufan quarreled for a while, gradually lost his strength, and his voice became a little hoarse. He stopped screaming, but suddenly began to cry. Big tears rolled down from his eyes unstoppably. He grabbed Father Ye's arm and began to cry. The struggling push turned into pulling, like a drowning man grabbing driftwood, his fingertips turning white.

He sobbed and murmured: "I am a painter, I am a painter, I can paint, why... I can't paint..."

Father Ye patted his son on the back and said, "Well, you are a painter, take your time, you will be fine..."

"He said he was a painter?" Dr. Zhong confirmed on the phone.

After sending Ye Yufan to school, Father Ye called Dr. Zhong immediately: "Yes, he drew a lot, about thirty or so."

Dr. Zhong: "Can you bring these paintings with you tonight?"

Father Ye: "No problem, it's just..."

Dr. Zhong: "Is there anything else?"

Father Ye: "I'm worried that he will suddenly go crazy in school, and that may scare many people."

Dr. Zhong: "Well, I have also considered this point, but before something happens, we still have to let him maintain his usual appearance. For example, today, after he finished crying and made up his mind, he proposed to go to school by himself. We didn't have any There are no reasons to stop him, and keeping him at home could backfire."

"Hey, it's true." Ye's father prayed that his son would not have any troubles at school, but the facts didn't go his way. That afternoon, Ye Yufan's class teacher called him and told him that Ye Yufan had fought with others at school. .

Today there is physical education class. High school physical education classes are usually taught by several classes together, with different teachers for men and women.After a short jogging warm-up, the boys are free to move around, and they still play basketball as their main sport during physical education class.

Ever since the boys on the basketball court started showing off, all the girls were absent-minded.The physical education teacher of the girl group said helplessly: "Okay, let's move freely."

Girls soon surrounded the basketball court, chattering and laughing constantly.

Boys in sports can easily attract the attention of girls, especially those who are handsome, such as Ye Yufan, who is running on the court, passing and shooting, and even sweating in a very chic way.

Some people applauded and cheered, and the cheers and screams of the girls were indispensable background music on the sports field. Ye Yufan enjoyed this atmosphere, but he was more concerned about whether that person was paying attention to him.

Li Shihan, their physical education class happened to be divided with Ye Yufan's.

Ye Yufan went down to rest after playing halftime. He was a little tired today, so he sat on the ground casually, looking at the people around him vaguely.

He saw Li Shihan and a few girls kicking shuttlecock not far away, but not on the basketball court, and felt a little depressed for a moment.

That's right, Li Shihan is different from others, she seems to be immune to her excellence, she rarely does things that deliberately attract herself like those nympho girls.

The rosy cheeks of the girl in the distance because of the exercise make people's heart flutter, and the ponytail flicks when kicking the shuttlecock, looking full of vigor.

Ye Yufan glanced twice, and was about to look away, but found a boy walking towards them and kicking shuttlecock with them.Li Shihan watched with great interest, counting how many times he kicked for him, and showed him a lovely smile.

He stared at them intently, seeing the boy laughing and laughing when he was with Li Shihan, he felt more and more angry, more and more angry, he clenched his fists, as if a fire was burning in his heart!

Ye Yufan's watching made the girls who followed him also look in Li Shihan's direction. Could it be that Ye Yufan likes to kick shuttlecocks?

The 45-minute class ended quickly. Five minutes before the end of get out of class, the physical education teacher blew the whistle, and the students returned all kinds of equipment, and then disbanded.

Ye Yufan didn't go back to his class, he walked towards that boy with a clear goal, that's right, it was the boy who kicked shuttlecock with Li Shihan!

The boy was in the next class. He was walking back while chatting with his classmates. Suddenly, someone grabbed his shoulder. When he turned his head, he was greeted with a heavy fist.

Ye Yufan rushed forward to beat him fiercely, saying while beating, "She's mine, mine!"

"Ah..." The students were all stunned, they exclaimed loudly, and hurriedly pushed the crazy Ye Yufan away.

The person who was beaten was also confused, rubbing his chin and baring his teeth, cursing: "You are fucking crazy!"

Ye Yufan yelled at him: "Get out! You pervert! Li Shihan is mine!!!"

Li Shihan passing by: "..."

Ye Yufan's unconventional confession and crazy beating behavior instantly spread throughout the grade group.

"Isn't it? Ye Yufan, the city's No. [-] student, beat someone?"

"Li Shihan seems to be Ye Yufan's junior high school classmate..."

"Ye Yufan likes Li Shihan? What did Zhang Lixing do to Li Shihan? Why did Ye Yufan beat him?"

... Rumors continued, and Li Shihan was also implicated. Her classmates asked her, and the teacher asked her, but she was really too innocent.

"I don't know," she explained to the teacher, "Although Ye Yufan and I have been in the same class since elementary school, we are just ordinary classmates!"

The teacher said: "Then how do you hear that when he hit someone, he shouted 'you are his'..."

Li Shihan looked like she was about to cry: "I don't know."

teacher:"……"

Ye Yufan sat in the office, his mood had stabilized.

The homeroom teacher called Father Ye, and recounted the ins and outs of the matter to the other party with a serious face: "I didn't contact him at all during the physical education class. I just heard that Ye Yufan had been watching Zhang Lixing and Li Shihan kicking shuttlecocks. Go up and beat someone up. The girl didn’t know anything, and the student who was beaten felt very depressed, but classmate Ye Yufan didn’t even give an explanation or apologize, it’s too much!”

Father Ye hurriedly asked: "Is the student who was beaten okay?"

Class teacher: "There is a little blood on the teeth, and the face is swollen. It's nothing serious."

Father Ye said: "I'm really sorry, if something happens, we will be responsible for the medical expenses incurred... How is Xiaoyu usually doing?"

The teacher in charge sighed, "If it wasn't for today's incident, Ye Yufan would be impeccable in every aspect, and the teachers of all subjects would also like him very much."

The head teacher's affirmative attitude dispelled Ye's father's hesitation. Ye's father thought that the worst outcome would be to tell the school about Ye Yufan's split personality condition. In this way, whether his son can continue to go to school will become a big problem.

"In fact, as long as he apologizes and writes a self-criticism, the matter will be over, but I hope you go back and educate him. He has just entered high school, and the problem of puppy love must be avoided." The head teacher added.

Father Ye nodded again: "I'm sorry to trouble you."