Return to the Road of God

Ye Yufan was painting intently, when he suddenly heard Ke Jing ask, "How long have you been studying painting?"

He was so focused on the painting that he didn't think carefully about Ke Jing's question, so he answered casually, "It's been a year."

Ke Jing's expression changed: "What? It's only been a year?" Could it be that the painting he saw in his sketchbook last time was only a year old?

"You..." Ke Jing asked in surprise, "Who taught you how to draw?"

"No one taught me..." Ye Yufan wiped his brush lightly on a damp cloth, thought for a while, and said, "I sat in on a class on art history at the Art Academy for a while."

Ke Jing: "Art College? Where is that?"

Ye Yufan: "My hometown is a vocational high school."

"..." What is the origin of this kid!

Looking at the messy drawing paper, Ye Yufan said: "I am more devoted when I am alone, and I can always draw for a long time without paying attention."

Ke Jing: "..." Are you trying to say that I am distracting you?Depend on!

Ye Yufan saw that Ke Jing's complexion was unkind, and thought that his drawing was terrible, touched his nose, and asked Ke Jing sincerely: "Is it ugly?"

Ke Jing: "..." Is he really humble or fake? I'm sorry!

"I'm not very good at color painting yet." Ye Yufan sighed, and asked Ke Jing politely, "I haven't seen your color painting yet, when will you let me learn?"

Nima, is this provocative?Ke Jing gritted his teeth and said, "I'm starving to death, go out to eat!"

Ye Yufan: "..."

Along the way, Ke Jing was very depressed: If Ye Yufan is not lying, then he is a genius!Ah, I have met a real genius! ... Ahhh!

"Are your parents painters?" At the dinner table, Ke Jing couldn't help gossip about Ye Yufan.

"No," Ye Yufan said, "My dad is a university teacher, and my mom works in a bank."

Ke Jing: "What does your father teach? Is it related to art?"

Ye Yufan: "No, he teaches 'pedagogy'."

Ke Jing: "Oh..."

After 5 minutes, Ke Jing asked again: "You really only learned painting for a year? Then what were you doing?"

Ye Yufan: "Go to school."

Ke Jing calculated his age and asked, "Did you start to learn painting after graduating from junior high school?"

Ye Yufan: "Basically, I dropped out of school within a few days of my freshman year of high school, and then I started to draw by myself."

"..." I really don't have any art skills!It is completely impossible for ordinary people to reach the third-year level of the Royal Academy of Arts within a year!

Ke Jing ate two pieces of potatoes viciously, and then asked, "Where are your grandparents, do they paint?"

Ye Yufan shook his head: "My grandfather is an electrician, my grandmother is a tailor, and my grandparents are farmers."

Ke Jing thought: Is it the tailoring gene?After all, he can be regarded as a fashion designer now... Oh No, it's too far-fetched!

After being asked so many personal questions, Ye Yufan felt a little strange, and asked Ke Jing, "What about you? How many years have you studied painting? What do your parents do?"

"..." Suddenly, there was a feeling of being instantly killed by the other party. Those things about the Ke family are really not something that can be told to others.Glancing at Ye Yufan's curious eyes, Ke Jing bit the bullet and said, "My mother taught me, she is a painter."

"Cool!" Ye Yufan laughed, "No wonder you are so good at drawing."

Ke Jing slapped the stainless steel fork on the table: "I have been studying painting for more than ten years, can it be good?"

"..." Ye Yufan swallowed the chewed lettuce, and asked cautiously, "Do you not like drawing?"

Ke Jing: "...Why do you say that?"

"Because you don't usually talk to me about this matter," Ye Yufan said with a light smile, "and it's the first time you see me draw, and you can draw exactly the same one with just a few strokes. You also said that art is only for money. something people play with."

Ke Jing didn't intend to explain anything.

"I've also thought about that sentence. The expensive tuition fees, living expenses, and painting supplies are really deterring the poor. If you don't have money, going abroad to study art seems to be a wrong choice." Ye Yufan looked at his palm and continued, "But there is no money. Method, I used to think that I hated painting, but now painting is the only thing that can calm me down. When painting, I feel very free. Maybe I don’t have money to buy expensive paints, and I can’t help it even if I work part-time Spending money like those rich second generations, art is just a thing for them, but for me it is the only way to go."

Ke Jing listened quietly, unable to say anything—don't you like drawing?Maybe.

Since I was a child, I hoped that I could become a painter like her, or better than her.

The world in her eyes is so beautiful and romantic, but because of this, it is so fragile that it cannot tolerate any impurities and harm.

Sudden changes occurred in the Ke family, and her father was imprisoned, so she also hurriedly left, not feeling any nostalgia for this world.

At that time, he had just received the admission letter from the Royal Academy of Art, and he lost the mountain that sheltered him for a while, only to realize how helpless he was!go to school?There is no source of income!Study art?She is gone, what is the purpose of studying art by yourself?

But he still has to live on, he is not her after all, and he doesn't even have the courage to die.

The only relative stood by and watched, but that person developed a heart of compassion, and secretly extended a helping hand to help him continue his studies, but he didn't know that there was a bigger trap waiting for him to jump into - that beast in clothes!

……

Ke Jing frowned with pain on his face.

Ye Yufan asked, "What's wrong?"

Ke Jing shook his head, stood up and said, "Go back."

Ye Yufan: "Still going to the studio?"

Ke Jing: "Let's go."

Before the old snow melted, the new snow fell, layer by layer, a vast expanse of whiteness.

Ye Yufan asked, "When does spring come here?"

Ke Jing: "It will take another two months, when the time comes, there will be a lot of Mu Chunju and Ou Shinan blooming on campus."

Ye Yufan reached out to pick it up, his fingers were icy cold and couldn't melt a single snowflake.

Ke Jing looked at him, and suddenly said: "Shotray..."

Ye Yufan: "Huh?"

Ke Jingdao: "I have said that poor people who study art are looking for death, but there is an exception."

Ye Yufan: "What?"

"Unless that person is a genius," Ke Jing patted Ye Yufan on the shoulder and said, "Treasure your talent."

For several days in a row, Ye Yufan was in a good mood, and Ke Jing began to accompany him to sketch. Although the two of them didn't talk much, it was always better to have friends by their side than to be alone.

But not long after the pleasant days, Ye Yufan encountered the biggest problem since he went abroad, the young man who made him "ill" went to his part-time job again.

That day, Ye Yufan was in class alone, and Ke Jing was not around. When he was making wine at the bar, Lily who was tidying up the wine cabinet next to him said, "A Chinese is here, Shotray, go and take the order."

As soon as Ye Yufan raised his head, he saw that familiar figure... He just stayed there like a frightened bird until Lily urged him to go over.

Just like last time, I tried my best to control my body not to tremble.

The man was sitting on a chair, flipping through the menu in a leisurely manner, and asked Ye Yufan what special dishes they had here. At first Ye Yufan could answer, but gradually his reaction became slower and slower, because all his energy was used to fight against his body. Instinctive fear.

Fortunately, the other party didn't "torture" him for too long, and fiddled with his mobile phone after ordering.

Ye Yufan went back as if fleeing, and leaned against the bar for a long time in shock, but this time he was better than last time, last time he was so uncomfortable that he almost collapsed.

Glancing at the young man from a distance, the other party held a knife and fork, enjoying the steak on the plate slowly - he didn't order any of the dishes he recommended, but he was eating steak... This is a Chinese restaurant!

After eating, the man ordered another cup of clear coffee. This time, Ye Yufan didn't have the usual after-effects that took him a long time to recover from, except that he couldn't breathe well when he got close.Is it because my fear resistance to that person is increasing?Or are you used to it?

But Ye Yufan is not so self-abuse, he deliberately gets close to the other party in order to deepen the habit, if it is not for work, he will definitely avoid it!

That person finally paid the bill and left when Ye Yufan was about to get off work. Ye Yufan let out a long sigh of relief, and as soon as his tense nerves relaxed, his whole body went limp. Ben had to work the night shift and couldn't see him off. Ye Yufan planned to take a taxi by himself, because he really didn't have the energy to walk back!

Putting on his coat and going downstairs, he saw a taxi parked in the parking lot as soon as he came out of the employee passageway. He was just sighing for good luck, but saw the window of the car slowly moved down, revealing the face that made Ye Yufan turn pale with astonishment.

The young man asked leisurely, "Are you off work?"

Ye Yufan backed away step by step with a pale complexion—he came for him, and he didn't forget it!

Ye Yufan saw him getting out of the car and wanted to come over, so he turned around and ran instinctively, and heard the man shout loudly: "Wait, I have something to ask you!"

No matter what the words were, Ye Yufan didn't dare to see him.

In two or three steps, he rushed into the staff passageway, just in time to meet Ben who was getting a drink, and in the corridor, he saw Ye Yufan who was panting and running into the utility room: "Huh, did you leave something?"

Ben entered the room, saw Ye Yufan squatting on the ground trembling, and asked nervously, "What's wrong with you?"

Ye Yufan shook his head feebly, Ben knelt down and asked, "Are you okay? What happened?"

"It's okay, I'll just take a rest..." The one who went wrong was himself!

Ben asked, "Shall I call a taxi for you?"

Ye Yufan shook his head again: "I'll wait for you to get off work, so you can drop by and pick me up."

Ben looked at his watch and said, "How many more hours... I called Jing and asked him to pick you up. Why are you dreaming about Yang? You are so worrying."

When Ke Jing came, Ye Yufan was still in a daze. When he went downstairs, he looked around cautiously, and the man was no longer there.

After getting into the taxi, Ke Jing sneered: "You look like a girl, you still need someone to pick you up after work, what's the matter?"

Ye Yufan: "I'm being watched."

Ke Jing's face turned serious: "Who? Someone who robbed money? Strange! The law and order in Xili is still good. It's not late at night when you get off work. How can anyone rob in broad daylight?"

"...No." Ye Yufan shook his head vigorously. He was under too much pressure and couldn't bear it. He confided to Ke Jing, "He is Chinese, he may be just a student just like us. Every time I see him, It’s scary, it’s uncomfortable.”

Ke Jing was puzzled: "What do you mean? Are you afraid of him? Do you owe him money?"

"No." Ye Yufan closed his eyes, and after a while he said weakly, "I don't know him."

Ke Jing: "Then why did he seek you?"

Ye Yufan: "I don't know, I just know that if he comes looking for me again, I probably won't even dare to go to restaurants."

Ke Jing: "...I'm dizzy."

Guan Hongze was lying on the bed with his arms resting on his head, looking at the ceiling gloomily—he was really hiding from himself!But after thinking about it, I don't know where I offended him!

After struggling all night, after drinking morning tea the next day, Guan Hongze dialed a phone number——

"Uncle, I'm Guan Hongze... Very good, please bear in mind... I want to ask you about a person, his name is Ye Yufan, his English name is Shotray, he is an employee in your store... Oh? Do you remember him? No Do you know if you have the right to arrange for him to meet me alone?... Only in your restaurant, okay, oh yes, can you keep it a secret from him? Don't let him know that I want to meet him... Hehe, no , just want to make a friend... Well, please."