Return to the Road of God

That person didn't write very detailed, and there were only a few words in many places, only expressing the parts that impressed him the most, but Ye Yufan read those words, as if he had returned to two or thirty years ago and was in the scene.

Also because I don’t remember that period of the past very well, it seems that I have split myself into two abruptly. One is painting in the open and bright studio in Florence, and the other is looking at me from the perspective of a memory person. It is very contradictory. .

He wiped away his tears, and went back to read the other diaries written by that person, but almost all of them had nothing to do with Shotray. Maybe Xia Xiaochuan's life was too tragic, and that person didn't want to recall more.

Ye Yufan suddenly wanted to write a letter to the other party, asking him to know more about Xia Xiaochuan.

He found the blogger's email address on the homepage of the blog and opened the letter writing interface, but he didn't know how to start and how to introduce himself. Is it Shotray?Or Ye Yufan?To be honest, even Ye Yufan himself couldn't explain who "he" was.

The person sitting in front of the computer at this moment is no longer the Shotray in the memory log.What's more, Ye Yufan would not tell what happened to him to someone he had never met.

"Dear Sir," Ye Yufan tapped the keyboard slowly, "I am a Chinese student at the Royal College of Art, and I came across your blog on the Internet by chance, and one of the articles about Shotray touched me very much. The clever thing is, Shotray It is also my English name. May I take the liberty to ask you more about Shotray? I have been deeply attracted by your description, and I have the same regret, pity and admiration for Shotray as you I feel the same way. Looking forward to your reply. ——Another young Shotray, sincerely.” This is the most appropriate way to make up a paragraph.

After closing the webpage, Ye Yufan didn't know when that person would be able to see it. The latest blog post was published a few months ago, far less frequent than the earlier ones.

At the moment, at the Royal Academy of Art in Florence, two young professors are sitting together analyzing paintings secretly photographed by students.

"This level should not only be in the third grade."

"I think so too, including the age of the painter. I heard that he is only in his teens. I am very skeptical, because the brushwork and creative thinking of this painting are beyond the level of his peers."

"Without a lot of practice and seeing the city for a long time, it's really hard... But it's hard to say, it's just a painting after all, if he happens to be in the mood and plays super... You know, sometimes we need to create Find out how you feel."

"……you're right."

"But no matter what, that child is also a talent. I heard from Eli that the Royal Academy of Art will hold a themed homework exhibition for this study tour. We can go and see the excitement."

"That's exactly what I mean. The Royal Academy of Arts has been on an equal footing with us for decades, but in my heart, Florence is number one. I never believe that the level of their third-year students is already better than our graduate students!"

"However, before going, let's say hello to my old friend..."

The two were discussing enthusiastically, but they didn't know what they would think when they learned that the photo they were looking at was just a small corner of Ye Yufan's large jigsaw puzzle...

After two weeks, Ye Yufan was called to the office by Andrew, and Andrew excitedly informed him that the college decided to exhibit his homework.

"There are only fifty pieces of homework selected for the Intermediate Academy, including twelve for the third grade, but you are special," Andrew said excitedly, "because all your homework will be put together as a huge piece of paper. The work will be exhibited, and it will be in the most prominent position in the entire exhibition hall, no second person will enjoy this treatment!"

Andrew thought that Ye Yufan would be as happy or excited as he was when he heard the news.

But to his surprise, not only did Ye Yufan not look happy, but he was a little hesitant.

During this period of time, his mood was very low, because the diary of memories made him fall into a sad and gloomy state, and he was not interested in doing anything.

Andrew thought for a while, and then said: "Fan, I know that you often go to work after school because of financial pressure, right? You asked me about scholarships before, although the Royal Academy of Art does not offer official scholarships, but every time we When curating an exhibition, there will be many media coming from all over the world, and they will rush to report those talented works and their painters. I believe that many people will see your talent. This exhibition may be your entry into international art. The first step in the world, when the time comes, the only thing you need to worry about is how to arrange time to meet those wealthy businessmen who want to sponsor your studies!"

But Andrew didn't expect that Ye Yufan's expression became more solemn after hearing his words.

The approach of the Royal Academy of Art is indeed a good way. He will not raise funds in the name of helping poor students, will not operate in the dark, and will not close himself in a vacuum environment to enjoy himself.

Whether a student is talented or not, and whether his works can be recognized by everyone, are all determined by the outside world.

Yes, art does not belong to artists, but to the people.

"What are you worried about?" Andrew couldn't help asking anxiously.

Ye Yufan didn't know, he just had a sense of unreality, even a little panic.

Is he really as powerful as Andrew said?The only one showing all assignments?Into the international art world?To him, this was really too far away, neither Ye Yufan nor Xia Xiaochuan would be able to accept it!

"Can I not participate in the homework exhibition?" Ye Yufan asked anxiously.

He didn't know what kind of effect his work would have after it was exhibited. Maybe Guan Linyun could see something, because his style of painting was so similar to Xia Xiaochuan's...

He knew that a large part of his uneasiness from the bottom of his heart belonged to Xia Xiaochuan.

The American's diary said that Xia Xiaochuan never socialized, and never went out to play with them. His talent was respected, but he still painted his paintings silently, like a Puritan who had no desires or desires.His artistic life has nothing to do with fame and wealth, painting is only a part of his existence, he is so low-key, even after death few people know his name.

Ye Yufan shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, Professor, I'm not ready yet."

"..." Andrew couldn't understand why a young man under 20 could be so calm!

If it were someone else, such good news or opportunity, I would have been happy to find Bei for a long time...

Even he himself was as excited as a kid, wishing that everyone could see Ye Yufan's talent like himself, wishing that the whole world would know the existence of this genius!

"Fan, you always surprise me." Andrew sighed in relief, and said, "However, exhibiting your work, including the location of the exhibition, is a decision made by the dean of the branch. He never thought that you would refuse ..."

"Sub-principal?" Ye Yufan was puzzled.

Andrew: "Yes, the highest adjudicator of your middle school, Mr. Ferrod Smith."

Ye Yufan: "..." Has the sub-principal ever seen his paintings?

Andrew: "But we will respect your idea, and I will give you an answer after I discuss it with them, okay?"

Ye Yufan nodded: "Please."

Ye Yufan walked out of Andrew's office and sighed with relief.

If he was still hesitating whether his decision was right or wrong just now, then the mood at this moment gave him the answer.

He looked at his hands and said in his heart: "I know, you don't want to be disturbed, I will protect you."

The current him doesn't have the strength to protect himself, once someone finds out, once someone digs up and exposes him, it will be a disaster, no matter for Xia Xiaochuan or Ye Yufan.

The next day, Ye Yufan received a call from an unfamiliar person. When he answered the phone, the other end said straight to the point: "Fan, I'm Andrew, do you have time? The principal wants to see you, immediately!"

headmaster?Ye Yufan was startled, this was the first time Andrew called him directly.

People in country A are very slow to do things. Basically, all meetings need to be booked in advance. In the eyes of the locals, it is very impolite to rush over and interrupt. I didn’t expect him to go there immediately because he couldn’t even wait for the appointment time?And also the dean...

Ye Yufan became uneasy again, what happened?But he didn't dare to neglect, and rushed over as fast as he could.

When he went out, layers of dark clouds had accumulated in the clear sky just now. He trotted to the administrative building, and the rain outside followed, pattering down, as if foretelling something ominous.

When he reached the top floor, Andrew was already waiting for him there, "There are a few teachers in the meeting room, but don't be nervous, I will accompany you." Andrew patted him on the shoulder and greeted him in advance.

Pushing open the door of the meeting room, Ye Yufan was stunned. There are no "several" here, it's a densely packed area!The atmosphere in the entire meeting room is very serious, one circle inside and one circle outside, like three joint trials!

"Nice to meet you, Ye Yufan. I am the dean of the Intermediate Academy, Ferrod Smith." The speaker looked decent, with a hint of majesty in his eyes, "Please sit down." Smith pointed his palm at Only one vacancy.

After Ye Yufan sat down, he was facing another man. He knew him. He was the old principal who spoke on stage when the freshmen were enrolled, Leonardo Locke.

The old principal smiled at him and said nothing else, Ye Yufan also nodded slightly at him.

Then, Yu Smith said, "First of all, we apologize for this abrupt meeting request, don't be too nervous, child, just treat it as an ordinary chat, okay?"

Ye Yufan nodded, but his face turned pale—so many people looked at him as if they were going to eat him, how could he relax?

"You are very smart, I think you should know the reason for this meeting?" Smith tried to be kind, but his appearance was really not suitable for the role of Andrew.

"About the themed homework exhibition?" Ye Yufan asked.

"Yes." One of the professors whom Ye Yufan didn't know looked at him and said with a smile, "We have been paying attention to you, since you gave Andrew this painting..."

The man pushed a color painting to the center of the table, and Ye Yufan's face turned pale again. It was the painting he made to vent his emotions after hearing "Guan Linyun" for the first time.

"A few days ago, Andrew brought over the sketchbook of your trip and showed it to us. We were all very shocked..." Smith smiled, "I am so excited that the Royal Academy of Arts can admit you as a member of our school." Fortunately, you are here and not in another school, but at the same time, I also feel sorry for your grade. The strength of that work has far exceeded the average level of the third grade. "

Ye Yufan: "..."

Smith nodded: "At that time, I was ready to recommend it to the higher education team, so that you can choose your favorite major from next year and jump directly to the sixth grade."

Ye Yufan: "Sixth grade?"

Smith smiled and said, "Yes, we have the right to allow you to enter the advanced academy without taking the exam."

"..." This stimulation was too great.

"However," Smith turned the subject straight, "I heard that you rejected the homework exhibition."

Ye Yufan nodded slightly.

Smith: "One of the conditions for leapfrogging at the Royal Academy of Art is to achieve certain achievements in large-scale exhibitions held by the school or international art competitions. If you refuse the homework exhibition, you will lose the qualification to leapfrog. This is for you. Say, it's not worth it."

Ye Yufan frowned. What Smith said was right. One more year of study is the cost of one more year. For the same cost, if one can receive a better education, everyone will choose a better one.

In fact, many of the students studying at the Royal Academy of Art spend their time in different grades and enjoy the school's resources. It doesn't matter which grade they are in.If you regard art as your lifelong career, even if you graduate, it doesn't mean it's over, but you have to continue to hone and break through yourself.

"Fan," said a strange professor, "can you tell us the reason why you don't want to participate in the exhibition? If you can give a suitable reason, we will help you."

Smith crossed his fingers, looked into Ye Yufan's eyes, and said seriously, "Did you know, someone told me something about your painting style, your incredible speed of improvement..."

Another said: "A professor in Florence called me the other day and said he saw your assignment..."

Ye Yufan was shocked: They know!

That's right, the people sitting here are either the principal, the sub-dean, or professor-level artists... Do I still want to fight in front of them?

In front of them, he had nowhere to hide, and they saw Xia Xiaochuan through him!

Smith added: "There are several professors here who have also taught at the Florence Academy of Fine Arts..."

"Fan," a middle-aged man said softly, as if he was afraid of shocking the poor boy, he asked cautiously, "...do you know Shotray?"

Ye Yufan trembled all over, he murmured, his hands clasped tightly on the table...

How should he explain it?How many people know that Shotray exists?

How many people know that they have used the English name Shotray in the past six months?

what to do?How to explain?

……

Until the body was wrapped by a pair of warm hands, Andrew patted his shoulder and said gently: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, good boy, we won't hurt you, trust me..."

Ye Yufan slowly calmed down, looked at the man who asked about the painting as if giving up, and said, "I know."

……

The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and it seemed to be accompanied by a few muffled thunders. The lights in the meeting room were brightly lit, but the thick door blocked all sound and light.

I don't know how long it took, until the rain stopped, the dark clouds cleared, and the sky began to regain the brightness of day.

In the conference room, everyone was silent. The dean of the Royal Academy of Arts, Leonardo Locke, finally spoke at this moment: "Start, special student secret protection plan."

Ye Yufan sat on the chair, as if all his strength was taken away in an instant, but he also felt extremely relaxed, as if he had let go of the burden that had been on him for more than a year.