Return to the Road of God

A cup of latte, a bouquet of margarita daisies, the cool spring breeze blows a faint aroma, filling the surroundings.

A young boy under the age of 20 is leaning on the open-air balcony of the Garden Hotel, sipping coffee, and his eyes are empty. He does not see the amorous feelings of the city, but he does not know that he is already the scenery of this corner of the city.

The best age, but I don't know what I should do, where I should go, and what I should fight for, looking bored.

"I'm going back tomorrow..." A lazy voice floated into the room from the balcony, and together with the spring breeze, lifted the white curtains.

"Have you not drawn anything yet?" Guan Hongze, who was buried in the drawing board in the room, asked.

The young man turned around and leaned his back against the balcony, with his arms stretched loosely back. The sky cast a layer of light around him. He tilted his head slightly, and the light and shadow accentuated the not-so-profound mixed-race facial features.

"If you don't do your homework, do you want to repeat the grade? Shin." Guan Hongze reminded him kindly.

Fu Tingxin walked into the room, walked to his friend's side, folded his arms and glanced at the painting on the canvas, and commented bluntly: "The painting is really ugly."

The paintbrush in Guan Hongze's hand paused, and he added a touch of green out of thin air to the original milky yellow flower part: "..." Fu Tingxin seemed to have seen the throbbing veins on someone's forehead, but good self-cultivation would not make him feel that way. Losing control, he only took a deep breath, and then continued to draw down calmly, while saying: "My mission in life..."

"Iknow, Iknow," Fu Tingxin interrupted him, "Your mission in life is to discover an 'artist', not to become an artist." He paused, and asked Guan Hongze: "Lustre, do you think I'm an artist?"

Guan Hongze asked back: "What do you think?"

Fu Tingxin was silent for a moment: "If I were, would you 'dig' me?"

Guan Hongze: "You don't need my 'digging'."

Fu Tingxin: "Why?"

"What I need to find is a treasure hidden deep that no one else can discover." Guan Hongze couldn't do two things at once, so he simply put down his pen and said seriously, "But you are already shining enough."

"..." Fu Tingxin sighed, "Treasures are not so easy to find~"

Guan Hongze stood up, poured himself a cup of coffee, and said while drinking, "Well, in this era, information is exploding, changing rapidly, and people's hearts are impetuous. Few people have the patience to create."

Fu Tingxin smiled bitterly: "Are you talking about me?"

Guan Hongze didn't answer, and continued: "Many people are chasing fame and wealth, and even change their styles to cater to the world's vision, making art a fleeting fast food culture..." In his teens, he said Saying words that are completely inconsistent with his age, he is mature and experienced, "When I was in China, I met many such people. In the past few years, several painters who have become popular in Hongyun are not because of their true talents, but because of extra things. In the spotlight..."

Fu Tingxin: "Oh?"

Guan Hongze: "For example, if the Hongyun Group wants to praise Bai Mu, it couldn't be easier. Just add the title of 'Master Bai' in his profile and attach some photos of his life, and it will surely win the praise." It is easy to attract the attention of the people, as well as those painters from poor families, who play the gimmicks of 'tragic life experience', 'counterattack artist', 'street painter worth millions overnight', and it is easy to focus."

"If Bai Mu is sought after by everyone based on his background and appearance, that would be too wronged him," Fu Tingxin said with a smile, "Not only that, but his ability will also be criticized because of those false auras, right?"

Guan Hongze: "Do you think Bai Mu would care?"

Fu Tingxin was taken aback, then shrugged and said, "He really doesn't care."

"What's more, he has the protection of the Bai family, so no one can move him," Guan Hongze said after taking a sip of coffee, "No matter how strong he is, there is one thing that cannot be doubted, that is his creative attitude... He does whatever he wants, only draws what he wants Paintings are rare. Sometimes I wonder whether art has become the exclusive property of the upper class, because this type of people can transcend material needs and directly reach the spiritual level, and they have enough time and capital to try Anything they want to play, they don't need to consider whether they can eat enough, whether they can make money from what they do, and don't need to compromise the reality in the eyes of common people... They have more chances than others to create pure and perfect works of art. "

Fu Tingxin smiled wryly: "But they also tend to waste their time and waste their talents because they have no pursuit, and sometimes, they also yearn for the life of constantly striving for their so-called dreams and future."

"That's right." Guan Hongze glanced at Fu Tingxin, knowing that he was alluding to himself.

"But there are exceptions. For example, the Guo Zhekai you found in the crowd..." Fu Tingxin said lightly, "He has nothing but dreams. He looks weak but is very happy. Recently, I have always envied him involuntarily." , love painting purely and persistently.”

"...People like Guo Zhekai are in the minority after all," Guan Hongze patted Fu Tingxin's shoulder lightly, "Take your time, there is always something that will move you."

And at this moment, Guo Zhekai, whom Fu Tingxin envied, was sleeping soundly in the hotel...

Ke Jing drew in the room for a while, went to the balcony to blow some air, came back and watched TV for a while, and saw that Guo Zhekai was still sleeping...

He circled around the bed twice, drew a few sketches of Guo Zhekai, and drew his head as a pig's head.

But the more he drew, the more irritable he became. Ke Jing threw away the sketchbook, kicked Guo Zhekai's ass, and cursed: "You pig, it's the sixth day, you haven't slept enough!"

Guo Zhekai grunted, but there was no response.

"Ah, wake up!! I'm so bored to death!!" Ke Jing said frantically.

What answered him was a few heavier snores...

The seven-day trip to Italy was coming to an end in a blink of an eye. Except for the last two days of hiding like thieves, Ye Yufan and He Yuexi's journey was perfect.

On the day they returned to Xili, the two dragged their suitcases downstairs to check out, and were blocked by Tang Zhen who had a sullen face. She cut to the point and said, "Ye Yufan, are you avoiding me?"

Ye Yufan looked innocent: "...Huh?"

He Yuexi silently complained on the side: Damn, this guy looks so honest and kind on the surface, I didn't expect his acting skills to be so good!

Ye Yufan glanced at He Yuexi, and He Yuexi immediately understood, made innocent expressions together, and looked at Tang Zhen blankly: "Huh?"

Tang Zhen: "..."

"We are going back to Xili today, how about you?" Ye Yufan changed the subject, "Do you still want to play here?"

"Of course I have to go back!" Tang Zhen was very depressed. She came to Italy specially for Ye Yufan, and she stayed in Rome for four days in advance, doing enough preparations just to give him a little surprise. The two of He Yuexi have not been seen since the day before yesterday, and they couldn't find them no matter how hard they looked, she was really mad at her!

"Oh," Ye Yufan ignored Tang Zhen's obvious anger and smiled, "Then be careful on the road." He also greeted He Yuexi who was dazed by the side: "Let's go first."

"Hey!" He Yuexi followed happily.

Tang Zhen: "..."

On the way to the airport, He Yuexi couldn't help laughing when she thought of Tang Zhen's expression just now——Ye Yufan is too bad, he is so angry that he is so angry!If he deliberately doesn't want to talk to a person, the other person has nothing to do...

Wait... How does this, this look so much like the situation where Ye Yufan ignored me and Guo Zhekai before?He Yuexi's expression froze. Could it be that Ye Yufan did it on purpose?

"What's wrong with you?" Ye Yufan wondered why He Yuexi stared at him suddenly.

"Hey! Let me tell you, did you avoid me and Guo Zhekai before?" He Yuexi narrowed her eyes and asked.

Ye Yufan looked innocent: "Huh?"

He Yuexi: "..."

Back in Xili, the students were still immersed in the romantic travel week and couldn't take it back, but Ye Yufan received a reply letter from Andrew on the night he returned to the dormitory.

Early the next morning, Ye Yufan reported to Andrew's office and brought his sketchbook with him.

Andrew asked him how he felt about his trip to Italy. Ye Yufan said it was very good. Before he went, he was a little bit resistant because of his own expenses. After he came back, he found that it was a full harvest. The trip watered down a lot.

No wonder many people say that travel can change people's narrow vision and closed heart.

"As an artist, you have to be prepared to travel around the world in your lifetime." Andrew smiled and opened Ye Yufan's sketchbook, and when he saw the first drawing, he couldn't take his eyes off, "This...all Did you draw it?"

"Yes." Ye Yufan was expecting his evaluation.

Andrew looked more and more excited, like a miner who had dug up gold, his eyes glowed, and his whole body fell into an excited mood!

In seven days, Ye Yufan drew a whole book, not a single page was blank!

After 15 minutes, Andrew murmured: "It's a pity, it's a pity..."

Ye Yufan became nervous and asked, "What's wrong?"

Andrew tremblingly complained: "It's too small, what a great work, you should bring a bigger notebook!"

Ye Yufan: "..."

After reading it once, Andrew began to read it for the second time. As he watched it, his eyes began to change, and he always felt that he seemed to have missed something...

"Uh," Ye Yufan observed Andrew's expression and reminded him kindly, "Professor, these paintings can be put together."

Andrew: "!!!!!!"

Standing in a corner of the room, Andrew looked at the paintings all over the floor—he just copied out every page and spelled them out according to Ye Yufan's prompts.

Andrew, who is over fifty years old, has never been so shocked in his life!

He stood in a corner of the room, unable to express his emotions in words...

"It's amazing! It's amazing!..." He repeated, "Van, you are amazing, your homework far exceeded my expectations... Can you leave your sketchbook, I have Can't wait for the teachers in the academy to enjoy it together!"

"Okay." Ye Yufan breathed a sigh of relief. He was very happy to be recognized by his tutor. He was completely unaware of the special way Andrew treated him. The other students all handed in their homework three days later for review!

Ye Yufan sorted out his thoughts, sat upright and said, "Professor, can I ask you something?"

Andrew: "Of course!"

Ye Yufan: "I saw your resume on the school's website. Did you stay in Paris for many years?"

"Yes." Recalling the days when he was young, Andrew had mixed feelings, and couldn't stop talking. After talking for a long time, he realized that it was Ye Yufan who wanted to ask himself a question, so he stopped quickly and said, "What do you want to ask?"

Ye Yufan wiped off his sweat and said, "Did you know any Chinese artists at that time?"

"I have taken a few Chinese students, but," Andrew winked and joked, "you are the best one."

"Thank you..." I don't know if Andrew was encouraging him, Ye Yufan didn't dare to take it seriously, "Except for the students?"

"Well, it seems that there are no more." Andrew's mind flashed through the Chinese female painters that were published in the Paris Art Newspaper, but he hadn't figured out what Ye Yufan meant, and he didn't take the initiative to mention it.

But Ye Yufan chose a roundabout way, and found that he couldn't find any answers, so he let go and said, "Did you pay attention to "Paris Art Newspaper" at that time?"

Andrew didn't expect Ye Yufan to actually ask this question, and immediately became serious: "Watch every issue..." He encouraged Ye Yufan to continue.

Ye Yufan was not sure: "Twenty years ago, the "Paris Art Newspaper" published the works of a Chinese painter. The artist was only 20 years old and was called a talented female painter. Do you have any impression of this news?"

Andrew sighed: This is too coincidental!I just discussed this issue with Professor Rhodes two days ago, and now the person concerned asked it! "Yes..." As he said, he became more and more sure of their private speculation. Could it be that the painter behind the scenes really had a close relationship with Ye Yufan?

Andrew waited expectantly for Ye Yufan to reveal the news, but he didn't want the other party to ask such a sentence——

"Really? Do you still remember the artist's information? Name, identity, or the paintings she drew?" Ye Yufan's heart was beating wildly.

“…” Andrew was silent, how could this be?If the painter was someone Ye Yufan knew, he should be very clear that the painting was not painted by a female artist!

"This is news a long time ago, how did you know?" Andrew asked subconsciously.

Ye Yufan panicked, his eyes flashed and he said, "I heard from my friend."

"Why are you so curious about her?" Andrew didn't believe that Ye Yufan would ask such a coincidence, there must be something he didn't know.

Ye Yufan panicked and said: "Some people say that my paintings are very similar to that person's style..." If those paintings were drawn by Xia Xiaochuan, it means they were painted by himself, and the style must be the same...

Ye Yufan said it perfectly, and Andrew really didn't know what he was suspicious of. Although he felt a little strange, there was still nothing he could do.

He sighed, and told Ye Yufan the truth about the female artist's false name of publishing paintings.

Ye Yufan was stunned... So, did Xia Xiaochuan get justice for that matter?

Andrew continued: "Therefore, what you need to be interested in is not the female painter, but the real painter behind her."

Ye Yufan nodded and asked, "Do you still remember what was drawn in that painting? Can you describe it?"

"It's an impression painting, which shows the back of a man...Actually, you can go to the Royal Academy of Art Archives to find newspapers from that year," Andrew thought for a while, and said, "Look for "Paris" from 1981 to 1983. The Art Newspaper, I vaguely remember that it was published in the summer, and the painting took up the entire page, which was very impressive..."

After hearing what Andrew said, Ye Yufan didn't want to delay any longer, thanked him, and hurried to the library.

Andrew thought dejectedly, it seems that both he and Rhodes guessed wrong. Although the style and feeling are similar, it is just a coincidence. Hey, what a pity!