Return to the Road of God

Those who study art in Milan must not miss the Brera Palace Art Museum and the Church of Our Lady of Gratitude.The former showcases many world-class sculptures and paintings of the 20th century, while the latter houses Leonardo?Da?Finch's "The Last Supper", although the themes of many works are inseparable from religion, but the skills and realm it shows are worthy of appreciation and study by art scholars.

Regrettably, neither Ye Yufan nor He Yuexi could see "The Last Supper" this time, because when they rushed to the Church of Our Lady of Gratitude, they were told that they needed to make an appointment in advance to visit the painting. Due to the large number of tourists, the number of reservations had already been filled. After several days.

Lesson learned, they called ahead and booked a third day to see Michelangelo's David before heading to Florence.

On their last night in Milan, the two ate authentic risotto at a local restaurant, paired with two small glasses of white wine.

The candlelight was flickering, the night was hazy, He Yuexi's happy mood was accompanied by love, and she always felt... as if she was in love!

But when the waiter served the meal, He Yuexi was disappointed: "Is this seasoned rice?"

Ye Yufan picked up a spoon and took a sip: "It tastes good."

He Yuexi said depressedly: "Isn't it just risotto, I can make it too."

Ye Yufan was surprised: "Hey, you know how to cook?"

"Yeah, this thing is to chop up mushrooms, onions, diced carrots, etc., fry them together with rice, then boil them dry with chicken broth, and finally add cheese and chopped celery and stir it!" He Yuexi tasted it After taking a sip, he narrowed his eyes and said, "This may have added some wine."

Ye Yufan didn't know what to do: "...that's amazing!"

Being praised by the other party, He Yuexi felt embarrassed: "Those who are difficult will not, and those who will meet are not difficult."

Ye Yufan: "It sounds complicated, will you do other things?"

"Well, let's not talk about Chinese food. In Xili, I also learned to make biscuits, bread and so on..." He Yuexi counted them one by one, and Ye Yufan's eyes widened.

"Can I try your handicraft in the future?" he asked.

"Of course!" The villain in his heart clasped his fingers and looked at the sky happily: grabbing a person's stomach is grabbing a person's heart-this law is also universal in making friends!

"Ding Dong!" Ye Yufan's cell phone rang.

"Yeah." Ye Yufan took out his phone to have a look, and quickly pressed it a few times.

"A text message from the teacher?" He Yuexi asked.

"No, it's a friend of mine in China." Ye Yufan finished speaking lightly, and just as he put down the phone, the ringtone rang again. It was the phone that came back. Ye Yufan quickly grabbed it, said "Sorry", and went out to answer the phone .

Through the glass window, He Yuexi saw Ye Yufan with one hand in his pocket and the other clutching the phone, talking with a smile——who the hell is it?girlfriend?

Ye Yufan came in quickly, his eyebrows were curved, and he was in a particularly good mood.

He Yuexi curled her lips, thinking, it must be!

After dinner, the two went back to the hotel. Ye Yufan was shocked when he received a call from Ke Jing, because Ke Jing asked for help: "Ye Yufan, help me!"

Ye Yufan: "What's wrong? What happened?"

Ke Jing: "I'm about to be tossed to death by that bastard Guo Zhekai~~Damn it!"

Ye Yufan: "..."

Ke Jing: "That guy hasn't slept for two days and one night!"

"No way," Ye Yufan told He Yuexi about it.

He Yuexi was surprised: "How come, Guo Zhekai is full of energy, but he won't sleep."

Ye Yufan asked Ke Jing, "What is he doing when he's not sleeping?"

Ke Jing roared: "Drawing, always drawing!"

Ye Yufan: "..."

He Yuexi suddenly said: "Ask Ke Jing, did Guo Zhekai drink coffee?"

Ye Yufan relayed the story, then nodded to He Yuexi: "Ke Jing said they drank Americano yesterday afternoon."

"It's over..." He Yuexi's face changed drastically, "Guo Zhekai can stay up for three days and three nights at most after drinking coffee, but from the fourth day on, he will stop eating..."

Ye Yufan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and handed the phone to He Yuexi, asking him to tell Ke Jing, Ke Jing screamed: "Then what should I do!"

He Yuexi: "You'll have to work hard these two days. When he has a rest, you can lock him up in a hotel and let him sleep. Don't forget to buy him something to eat. He will eat when he wakes up in the middle of the night. of."

Ke Jing: "..."

He Yuexi hung up the phone, feeling relaxed: Ye Yufan is better!

Early the next morning, the two took the train to Florence. On the train, they met many students from the same school. They exchanged sketchbooks and discussed with each other.He Yuexi found that most people couldn't "appreciate" Ye Yufan's homework. He was relieved, it seemed that he wasn't stupid...

On the first day in Florence, Ye Yufan kept walking around the whole city. He Yuexi followed him for a while, and couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you going to draw today?"

"Ah, I want to put aside homework and not think about where I'm going to go this day." Ye Yufan stretched out an arm, letting the wind pass through his fingers, "Feel it well, every scene, every sound," He closed his eyes, "and every smell," and opened them again, "to understand the feeling."

"..." He Yuexi felt that her admiration for Ye Yufan was getting deeper and deeper!

What should I do, the other party is one year younger than myself, but I always feel that there is an invisible charm in that person!Awwow~~ The two of them wandered aimlessly, from Boboli Gardens to Jin Auditorium, then to the Municipal Square, bought ice cream on the side of the street, and then stood in the center of the square to watch the replica statue of "David".

There are many people in the square sketching and taking pictures, and there are also tourists who comment on David with a wicked face.Next to He Yuexi, there were two unscrupulous male tourists. One said that David's penis was not as big as her own, and the other said that it was because he didn't have an erection.

With her neck red, He Yuexi glanced in their direction, only to find that the two were holding hands!The other party also noticed He Yuexi, saw him watching "David" while eating ice cream, and then gave him a meaningful smile.

Damn, it's not what you imagined~~~!He Yuexi roared in embarrassment in her heart.

Ye Yufan bought a close-up of "David's Chicken and Eggs" decorated with "sheep's head" at a nearby postcard shop, turned it to the back, and wrote——

"I'm here, hehe."

ToChina, Ningcheng, Room XX, No. XX, Lane XX, Xiaozi Street, received by Jiang Bing.

I spent money to buy a stamp and put it on, and put it in the friendship drop box provided by the small shop.

The next day, Ye Yufan suggested to He Yuexi to act separately: "I want to find a quiet place to draw, and we will meet again in the evening, okay?"

"Okay!" He Yuexi also accumulated a lot of inspiration, and was thinking of painting for a whole day without being disturbed, when Ye Yufan went out, he stayed in the hotel.

Ye Yufan took his sketchbook and went out. When he was shopping yesterday, he found a small square. Because there were no commercial facilities around, there were few people, it was quiet, and the light was good.

He sat quietly on the big arc-shaped steps for an hour, and gradually, he couldn't hear or see anything, he could only feel his own breathing...

He opened his body, as if he felt nerves growing out of his body like hair, deep into the air, into the earth, and the tactile light spots spread underneath, looking for...

It's like a ritual of soul exchange.He prays.

He believed that, invisibly, "they" existed.

Then, all the moving, sentimental, and emotion rushed out of his mind, gathered in his arm to form a force, burst out in an instant, the hand holding the pen moved by itself, and the smooth lines began to dance on the paper... …

—Yes, that's what he saw, what he heard, what he felt!

——Don't stop, don't stop, free, all in one go!

He was so engrossed in painting that he didn't know that even in a quiet place, there were people passing by.

Some people left as soon as they came, but some people couldn't move anymore when they saw his paintings.

They didn't dare to disturb him, and they didn't dare to interrupt him—they thought, if this young man sitting on the ground drawing is not a genius, he is possessed by a god!

Someone couldn't bear it, secretly raised a camera, and took pictures of his painting process.

I don't know how long it took, an hour, two hours... until the man finished painting, they dared to breathe loudly.

"Hi, may I ask... are you a student of the Florence Academy of Fine Arts?" Someone seized the opportunity to ask.

Ye Yufan was startled, and when he turned his head, he saw a group of young people behind him... staring at him with excitement.

"Uh, no, I'm from Siri..."

"Royal Academy of Art!" Another person quickly called out, "You are a student of the Royal Academy of Art!"

"Yes." Ye Yufan admitted.

"I knew it! This kind of master is either from our school or the Royal Academy of Art!"

The young man who was the first to greet him stretched out his hand and said, "Let's make friends. My name is Sam. Are you a graduate student? What field do you specialize in?"

Ye Yufan shook hands with him, and stood up, feeling a bit uncomfortable being questioned by a group of people condescendingly...

"Specialize? Oh, not yet," Ye Yufan shook his head, "I'm still a third-year student."

A few people said a few words in Italian, but Ye Yufan couldn't understand, but their expressions quickly changed, and one of them couldn't believe it: "You are a middle-grade...third-grade student?!"

Ye Yufan nodded: "Yes."

"Impossible, the third-year students of the Royal Academy of Art have such a high standard?" The other party said this in English.

Ye Yufan froze for a moment, looked at his hands, and saw those people discussing something seriously, Ye Yufan was suddenly a little uneasy, is there something wrong with his painting?

When he was painting just now, he really felt very happy, as if his body was out of his control...

Wait, isn't it me who drew the picture just now?Ye Yufan looked at his palm in horror, and took a step back.

Seeing the change in his face, a young man asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Ye Yufan stumbled back a few more steps, shook his head with a pale face, and then... he turned around and ran!

Everyone: "..."

After a few seconds, "Hey, don't run away! Let's make friends~~~! Leave your email address!"

Ten minutes later, a group of young people panting—

"...he escaped."

"... run so fast!"

"Why run away? Don't we look like bad guys!!"

"It's all your fault for having a big beard!"

"..."

Ye Yufan ran back to the hotel in one breath, and He Yuexi saw him coming back with a pale face, and said nervously, "Why are you back? You're sick again? Take a rest!" He stood up and poured water for Ye Yufan, and asked, "Have you taken your medicine yet?" ?”

"..."

Ye Yufan flung himself on the bed to rest for a while before suppressing the nervous doubts he had just had.

He asked He Yuexi: "When you draw, do you feel that the things you draw have their own life, and they will match your thoughts and appear on the paper... It's as if you're not drawing by yourself!"

"Oh! I know!" He Yuexi said, "But this state is very difficult. With my strength, I can only rely on luck, and the appearance time is very short, intermittent... Do you have this kind of experience?"

Ye Yufan didn't answer, turned over and continued to ask: "Can one enter that state with high strength?"

He Yuexi said: "Not only that, but also a spiritual realm. Have you ever heard of Zhang Yan's 'Foreign masters make good fortune, get the source of heart'?"

Ye Yufan: "I've never heard of it, what is it?"

"Some of the concepts of Chinese painting that Mr. Ge told us before." The talent is not as good as Guo Zhekai, so He Yuexi remembers the theoretical aspects very well. Everything that exists in reality exists; the "mind source" is the artist's inner world, that is, perception, feeling and other things, which are virtual, but the beauty of nature is not the beauty of art. Artists must transform the beauty of nature into art. Beauty requires a certain spiritual realm and emotional realm, the realm of 'holy and unknowable God' and the realm of 'harmony between man and nature'!"

The more He Yuexi talked, the more excited he became. After a burst of excitement, he suddenly looked like a deflated ball, and said, "But this is all on paper, and I have never experienced it before."

Ye Yufan was thoughtful, "Hmm..." So the me who drew the picture just now is still me?

The author has something to say: The background of country A in the article is largely borrowed from Italy. In reality, Italy is the pioneer in the field of art in the world, and the Florence Academy of Fine Arts is the highest art institution in the world. Therefore, the fictional royal art of country A The college will definitely conflict with it, but this is a fiction, so I hope everyone can read it from the perspective of a fictional background~