Return to the Road of God

Ye Yufan didn't know that his speed of progress had shocked the two people in front of him, and he didn't think too highly of himself. He just felt that painting skills are something that practice makes perfect. He is still in the stage of learning and exploring, and he really can't be appreciated with the eyes of "works".

He took back the sketchbook and asked instead: "Is the Hongyun Group sponsoring you for free?"

He Yuexi shook her head: "After we graduate, we will work for Hongyun Group for ten years."

Ye Yufan: "Ten years?"

He Yuexi: "Well, their management model is a bit like an entertainment company cultivating stars. Within ten years after graduation, we belonged to the artist group of Hongyun Group. The group exhibits or sells as an agent, and the group receives 60.00% of the profit."

After a little calculation in Ye Yufan's mind, he came up with a lot of data - He Yuexi and the others are now in the third grade, and they have studied at the Royal Academy of Art for at least five years. According to the annual cost of 30 yuan, the cost of training a person is 150 million yuan.If they want to work for Hongyun Group for ten years, Hongyun will not lose money if they make an annual profit of 15. 15 accounts for 60% of the ratio. The net income of paintings must be at least 25 yuan. The premise.

"Is there a rule on how many works you must complete each year?" Ye Yufan asked.

He Yuexi thought for a while and said, "It seems to be one picture every quarter."

On average, each painting costs about 6 to 7 yuan... Can a painting be bought at such a high price?It can be worth half a year's salary of his father!

Ye Yufan: "I don't know much. How much money can people like us earn from painting after graduating from the Royal Ethan Xu Club?"

"It can range from a few thousand yuan to hundreds of thousands. Generally, it is great for a painter who has just debuted to sell a painting for 10,000 yuan. Recently, Yu Shuyan, the most popular young artist in China, can sell his paintings for [-]+ a piece." This picture!" He Yuexi was a little yearning, but she did not forget to calmly analyze herself, "However, Teacher Ge said that A Kai and I are stronger than Yu Shuyan, otherwise Hongyun Group would not spend so much money to support us, let alone artists. Most of the net worth increases with the age of debut, and in the tenth year, maybe one of our paintings can sell for millions!"

"Up to millions?" Ye Yufan was startled, he never knew that painting was such a high-paying profession!Even if you don't become famous, just drawing two casually in a month is enough to live!

He Yuexi: "I heard from Mr. Ge that the reputation of art dealers was not very good more than ten years ago. The art market was chaotic, and the artists were mixed. A good painting is unknown. If it had been ten years earlier, Mr. Ge would not have let us sign a "deed of sale"! In recent years, the art dealer group has been on the right track, much better than before, but they want to sell the painting To go, it is still inseparable from packaging and sales.”

Ye Yufan: "The art dealer you mentioned means..."

He Yuexi: "The manipulators behind Hongyun Group and Yishi Group!"

Ye Yufan recalled it for a while, and asked, "The official family and the Bai family?"

He Yuexi: "The person in charge of the current official family is Guan Linyun, and the Bai family is Bo Ling."

Ye Yufan was shocked: "...you, who are you talking about?"

He Yuexi: "Huh?"

Ye Yufan: "The person in charge of the official family is... Guan Linyun?"

He Yuexi wondered, "What's wrong?"

Hearing this name, Ye Yufan's heart was in a state of turmoil, turbulent, angry, sorrowful and joyful surged up...

So familiar, so familiar, it seems to be right next to my ear, but what is this feeling that seems to tear my heart apart?The pulse on his wrist was pounding, and Ye Yufan couldn't help but look at his palm, and a series of questions that he had been struggling with suddenly popped up in his mind——

who I am?What am I thinking?Why do I have such contradictory thoughts?Are there really two people in my body...?

The unstoppable splitting thoughts came in waves one after another, Ye Yufan closed his eyes in panic, and kept hinting to himself to calm down - no, no, I am Ye Yufan, I am Xia Xiaochuan, I am alone!

It's like an emotional and impulsive self is arguing with a rational and calm self, but all the cells in the whole body are clamoring crazily: leave him, avoid him, run far away, don't even want anyone who has a relationship with him touch!

He got up suddenly and said, "I, I'm not feeling well, so I'm going back first."

He Yuexi: "..." What happened?

……

"Do you believe it?" After Ye Yufan left, Guo Zhekai seemed to be talking to himself, "If he really has such strength after only half a year of painting, that person is definitely a genius..."

He Yuexi shrugged: "Teacher Ge often praises you as a genius."

"He's better than me," Guo Zhekai said after a long silence, "I always feel his painting style is very familiar to me."

When even Guo Zhekai, a naturally intuitive animal, was uncertain, He Yuexi didn't feel anything at all.

After they finished their meal, He Yuexi realized that Ye Yufan had left in a hurry before the two parties had time to leave each other's contact information!

He burst into tears—what a failed hookup!

"Maybe geniuses are a little weird, just like Guo Zhekai who didn't take medicine..." He Yuexi looked at Guo Zhekai who was playing "sand painting" beside him, and sighed silently.

"Ohgod! You are not allowed to play with the sugar! It is for the coffee... (You are not allowed to play with the sugar! Those sugars are used to make coffee!)"

Not far away, the waitress in the restaurant let out an exclamation of complaint.

Ye Yufan returned to the dormitory, leaning against the wall and slowly slid on the bed, his heart beating so fast that it seemed to jump out of his chest. It was an extremely insecure panic that made him just want to lock himself in an extremely small room. in space.

He hugged his knees tightly and curled up his body, his shoulders trembling slightly: How could this be, are you sick again?Why so panic?Who is Guan Linyun?What does it have to do with me?

Countless familiar and unfamiliar memory fragments filled his mind, and he felt that he couldn't stand it anymore!

Ye Yufan jumped out of bed, took out a stack of newly bought paper from under the bed and spread it on the table. It was a large colored paper that he originally planned to bring to the studio...

Then, trembling like a heart attack person looking for a pill, he dug out all the brushes and paints, quickly threw himself on the paper and began to draw, not so much painting as smearing, pure venting.

He paints and paints desperately as if in a daze, only in this way can his brain not blow up; only in this way can he confirm the unity of his personality...

Half of the souls concentrate on manipulating the brush in their hands, while the other half calmly watches the paint flow under the brush.Many colors, like memory fragments in the mind, are neatly arranged and tidied up.

But Ye Yufan did all these actions unconsciously.

He is awake, but unconscious, as if he could move his hands and his mind would turn; it also seems like a poet who has been drinking is composing poems, and the slanted emotions match the handsome appearance majestic.

——If Guo Zhekai and He Yuexi were still by Ye Yufan's side at this time, they would definitely be shocked again by their bold brushstrokes!

It wasn't until he was exhausted, his mind was so dull that he no longer had the energy to think about those messy things, that he collapsed back on the bed... His fingers and elbows were covered with unwashed paint, and he didn't care, he just wanted to sleep well Sleep.

After an unknown amount of time, Ye Yufan, who was in a deep sleep, vaguely heard a ringtone. He groped to find his cell phone in his trouser pocket, opened his sore eyes in the darkness, and saw a string of unfamiliar numbers.

Ye Yufan was startled suddenly, his first feeling was that "that person called"!It took more than ten seconds before he came to his senses. Ye Yufan took a deep breath, laughed at himself for being suspicious, and pressed the answer button at the same time.

"Hello?" A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone.

Ye Yufan hesitated for a second: "Jiang Bing?"

Jiang Bingcai said: "You haven't answered the phone all this time, I thought I made a mistake."

Ye Yufan was overwhelmed with surprise and couldn't believe it: "Why did you call?"

Jiang Bing: "Hehe, I went to the post office and bought a phone card for international calls, but dialing is really troublesome, and you have to add a bunch of numbers before your mobile phone number!"

The boy's hoarse voice came, and Ye Yufan suddenly felt his whole body warm up. He held the phone and called Jiang Bing's name again to make sure.

"Huh?" Jiang Bing responded with a smile, and waited for the other party's next sentence, but Ye Yufan was speechless for a long time. Jiang Bing continued: "It's only night at your place, right? I deliberately picked this time to call, is it after school?"

"Yeah." It was getting dark outside, I didn't expect that I have been sleeping until now.

Jiang Bing: "How are you doing recently? In the past two days, I've been worried that you have suffered a lot outside."

"I'm fine." A faint sense of happiness lingered all over his body, and Ye Yufan realized that he missed it so much, "What about you? International calls are expensive, right?"

"I'm fine too, hehe... After you left, I always felt that the most important audience was missing. However, I met a very good guy, and we are going to form a band... Also, Wu Fei, Zheng Feng Those boys are planning to open a bar on Xiaozi Street together recently, they made an appointment with me in advance and asked me to be their special guest singer..."

Xu Xu whispered, like a soft feather scratching his ears, Ye Yufan listened to him, and he didn't know that he had unknowingly raised the corners of his mouth.

Jiang Bing also said that he wanted to sing for Ye Yufan, and Ye Yufan held the phone to listen. Jiang Bing sang halfway, and told Ye Yufan that an aunt passed by the phone booth just now and looked at him strangely...

Ye Yufan imagined that scene, and suddenly laughed, "Sing well, I'm counting on you to become famous." He teased him on the lips, but said in his heart, Jiang Bing, I really wish I was by your side right now, listening to you sing with my own ears .

"I'm going to die soon." Jiang Bing said suddenly.

Ye Yufan: "So fast?"

Jiang Bing: "Idiot, it's almost 10 minutes!"

Ye Yufan: "...It feels like only a few minutes have passed."

"Why, you can't bear to part with your brother?" Just after teasing, a reminder that the balance in the card is insufficient came from the microphone. Jiang Bing said with a wry smile, "I really have to go, I have something to do later."

Ye Yufan said reluctantly, "Then you go quickly."

Jiang Bing: "I'll call you again in two days!"

Ye Yufan: "I'll wait."

"Goodbye!" Jiang Bing heaved a sigh of relief when he pressed the hang-up button before the automatic disconnection at the last second, "Damn it, calls are really expensive!"

Outside the phone booth, squatting a young man with yellow hair.

Picking up the cigarette butt from his mouth, the young man squinted at Jiang Bing: "Have you finished talking to your little lover?"

Jiang Bing: "Get out, that's me...my brother!"

"Hey, chirping and singing, I've already smoked two cigarettes, I'm dying!" The yellow-haired young man stood up unhappily. He was about the same height as Jiang Bing, but on his thin shoulders was a The black piano case is one size smaller than Jiang Bing's guitar.

Jiang Bing casually threw a discarded phone card into the trash can, and asked with a smile, "Really, why do I feel like it's only been a few minutes?"

Yellow-haired youth: "..."

Ye Yufan held his phone and thought about it for a long time before he got up and sorted out the mess in the room. The empty paint tubes were scattered on the table and on the floor, which made him feel bad.

He sorted out the drawing, wrote the date, and planned to use it as the first assignment of this school year——

It would be such a waste if you don't hand it in!