Return to the Road of God

In the exhibition center of the Royal Academy of Arts, in more than ten exhibition halls, large and small, the annual homework exhibition with the theme of "travel" is underway.

In the early morning of the second day of the exhibition week, before the museum opened, many people wandered around the door.Visitors include art scholars and lovers from all over the world, as well as media professionals and investors from the art circles of various countries...

At 0:[-], the B[-] exhibition hall ushered in today's wave of visitors, and the one who walked in the front turned out to be an old man.

After a full 5 minutes, the follow-up visitors came here. They were stunned at the door for a few seconds, not because someone arrived here earlier than them, nor because of the painting in the center of the exhibition hall, but because they saw, A white-haired old man in a black windbreaker, leaning on a black cane, stood motionless in front of a huge painting nearly two meters wide and one person tall. He didn't distract him at all!This made everyone wonder, what was painted on that painting?

From a distance, it is gray and gray, and it is difficult to see clearly. Visitors move from far to near, until the picture illuminated by spotlights jumps into view bit by bit. Gradually plump...

"ITALIANIMPRESSION"—Impression of Italy. Some people were dumbfounded, some were amazed, some could not control their breaths... After watching for a while, they found that this painting is not a whole, it is really composed of small pieces. It is made up of paintings, and any part is complete when viewed alone!

They couldn't help being silent, just like the old man, standing quietly in front of the painting to watch.

But the visitors are still pouring in, and the first comers are pushed away, or they are embarrassed to occupy that seat again, but the "Impression of Italy" and the painter's name "SAFale" are deeply imprinted In their heads, and no matter where they go, they can hear someone whispering——

"Have you seen the painting in the B0 exhibition hall?" "Italian Impression? I have seen it! It was painted by a person named SAFale." "Do you know who SAFale is?" "..."

I don’t know how many waves of people came and went around me. The white-haired old man still stood silently until a voice appeared from the crowd, “Wow! I finally found it!” A young man couldn’t restrain his excitement and shouted The companion behind said, "Come here, come and see!!" It was English with a strong Italian accent.

"Oh~ oh~ oh, buy, Karma!!!"

"...My God, it's unbelievable!"

The exhibition hall was soon filled with exclamations from the group of noisy youths, and some people frowned because they were disturbed.

"So his name is SAFale! Why doesn't it look like an Asian name? What are the abbreviations for S and A?"

"I really regret not being able to run faster to catch up with him that day!"

The hand of the old man holding the cane trembled, and he turned to look at them, "Excuse me for disturbing you," he said with a clear accent, like a Victorian British gentleman, calm and elegant.

The young people whose conversation was interrupted realized that their voices were a bit loud, and immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, we are too excited!"

The old man shook his head with a smile: "I'm just curious about the content of your conversation just now. Have you seen this person named SAFale?"

The young people were stunned, looked at each other for a while, and said, "We saw that kid sketching in Florence."

There was a gleam in the old man's eyes: "Is he still a child?"

"Yes, it seems that I'm underage. If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it," he looked at the giant painting, "and we didn't expect that what we saw was only a small part of it!"

The old man: "He created these 36 paintings separately?"

Youth: "It does seem so."

There was undisguised admiration in the eyes of the old man. After a few words, a middle-aged man came over and took away the group of young people. The old man looked at the other paintings in the exhibition hall alone for a while, and was about to leave. Two people with extraordinary temperament A young Asian man passed by him. One was slightly taller, wearing a plaid shirt and a gray sweater vest, and the other had a mixed-race facial features. It was rare that they were talking in English.

Thinking of what the group of Italians said, the old man simply stayed for a while longer to ask if the two Asians knew the author of that painting...

"There are so many people," Fu Tingxin looked around, "I went to see the senior graduation exhibition last year, and there were not so many people."

The theme exhibition is different from the graduation exhibition. The graduation exhibition is mainly aimed at senior students, but the works of the theme exhibition come from the students of the whole college. From hall C to hall A, from first grade to seventh grade, the college unreservedly presents different levels of students in different realms of the arts.

However, no matter how excellent the painting skills, how strange or dazzling the painting style is, how much time and money the students spend on the work, they will not become the criteria for judging. The only thing the curator cares about is whether the work is closely related to the theme. , the types and expressions of the exhibited works are also varied, from a few freehand sketches to delicate oil paintings like a body camera... Therefore, the works here can more directly express the overall strength of the Royal Academy of Arts, and are very important to visitors. It is also a visual feast.

Among so many exhibition halls, the B-level exhibition hall is the most lively, with an endless stream of visitors.

Perhaps it is because the works of senior students are too slanted, abstract and novelty-seeking, and cannot be understood by others; while the students of lower grades are still in the stage of consolidating their foundations, and it is not yet time to shape their personalities; only the works of middle-grade students are the most intimate. And, while ensuring his painting skills, he also incorporated some of his own style and characteristics, without being too high-spirited. He stretched out his hand, looked up at the huge painting in front of him, and said in a trembling voice, "Shin, come and see this."

Fu Tingxin turned his head and took a deep breath after standing still: "..."

Guan Hongze: "This level... isn't it a bit high, shouldn't it be what students in intermediate colleges should have?"

"SAFale?" After a while, Fu Tingxin looked at the author's card under the painting, "Is this guy really from an intermediate academy? Why have I never heard of his name?"

Guan Hongze said: "You can count the number of times you went to class this school year with one hand, so it's not surprising if you don't know."

Fu Tingxin didn't say a word, and shook his head after a while and said: "If there is a student in the Intermediate Academy who can draw this kind of painting, he must have entered this year. At least last year, I haven't seen such a powerful character."

Guan Hongze glanced at him: "Seriously?"

Fu Tingxin stared intently at the picture, and murmured softly: "...it's interesting."

Guan Hongze took a picture with the camera hanging around his neck. Taking pictures is allowed in the themed exhibition hall.

"When you meet this kind of person, will you dig?" Fu Tingxin asked.

"Currently, the officials are only interested in Chinese artists...Of course, I would like to get to know this guy in person." Guan Hongze turned around, and Fu Tingxin followed: "Let me find a chance to inquire..."

The voices of the two gradually faded away, and the old man's thumb rubbed against the cane lightly, thoughtfully.

"Ah, it's right here!" Unknowingly, several young Asians arrived, and this time they spoke Chinese.

He Yuexi: "How about it, I didn't lie to you, did I?"

Ke Jing walked up to the painting and stared wide-eyed: "...Fuck! Who painted this? Crazy!!"

Ye Yufan: "..."

Guo Zhekai can't wait to jump up and observe: "I watched it for more than half an hour yesterday, but I still think it's amazing after watching it today!"

Ke Jing squatted down to look at the name: "Who is SAFale?"

"You don't even know, don't talk about us." He Yuexi spread her hands, turned to look at Ye Yufan, and saw him standing in front of the painting calmly, without any surprise on his face, as if the painting in front of him was the same as them just now Any painting I saw is as ordinary as it is—yes, to Ye Yufan, this level is nothing to make a fuss about, after all, he is a genius, He Yuexi thought.

Ye Yufan was embarrassed to death, he couldn't make a fuss in front of his painting and praise it, that would be too perverted!So he can only keep silent.

"Ye Yufan, do you feel that many details of this painting are very similar to yours?" He Yuexi pointed to a corner of the painting, "You showed me your sketchbook, I seem to remember you expressing it in the same way of."

Ye Yufan: "..."

The innocent He Yuexi didn't suspect that SA Fale was Ye Yufan at all, but Ye Yufan's ears were shocked when he heard this.What Andrew said is right, the friends around him should be on guard the most, because they have seen his practice work, and they are the easiest to guess the true identity of SAFale!

"Well, the more I look at it, the more I feel the familiarity of the painting style is very strong..." Guo Zhekai muttered beside him.

"...It's okay." Ye Yufan bit the bullet and lied, "I also learned a lot from others, like this spelling method, I tried at most five or six pieces together, and the brushwork is immature..."

The old man walked out on crutches. Before leaving, he glanced at the young man in the crowd, with a mysterious smile in his eyes.

Standing in front of that painting for a whole morning, none of the students and teachers of our school knew who SAFale was. On the contrary, people outside the school could reveal some clues. The Asian teenager who was praised for imagining SAFale's painting style not only did not feel I'm happy, and I subconsciously disassociate myself from the painter... Oh, how long has it been such an interesting thing?

……

"After looking at that painting and looking at these again, I feel that the grade is much lower." Fu Tingxin was a little disappointed. Yes, compared with that "Impression of Italy", the rest of the works seemed too ordinary.

Guan Hongze asked: "Is your homework also in this hall?"

"It was just rushed out to deal with it," Fu Tingxin said depressedly, "Who knows that he will be selected to participate in the exhibition..." He stopped in his tracks and said, "Lustre, it's them."

Not far away, several familiar figures gathered together, chatting and laughing, and seemed to be in a very good relationship.

Guan Hongze was stunned for two seconds, then walked up to say hello.Fu Tingxin stayed where he was, not thinking about the past. His work seemed to set off the "Impression of Italy". The comparison made him feel very bad, and he was afraid that others would judge his ability based on the level of the exhibited works.

"Young Boss!" Guo Zhekai yelled when he saw Guan Hongze approaching.

"Hi~" Ke Jing was the second to say hello, followed by He Yuexi, and only Ye Yufan nodded to the other party and then looked away. Such a cold attitude formed a sharp contrast with the smiling face just now.

Guan Hongze's eyes darkened, but he asked He Yuexi calmly, "Are there any works on display?"

"A Kai does, but I don't." He Yuexi was a little embarrassed.

Guan Hongze: "Take me to have a look."

After they left, Ye Yufan continued to ask Ke Jing, "What happened to Fu Tingxin's grandfather in the middle of what I said just now?"

"Fu Tingxin's grandfather, Fu Ran, is a leading figure in the domestic art circle, and his uncle is one of the three major art academies in China and the dean of Huaxia Academy of Art... Actually, Fu Tingxin already had a professional level before entering school," Ke Jing shrugged, "But He didn't think about his own development direction, so he stayed in the fifth grade, and this year is already the third year."

"I see," Ye Yufan nodded, looking at the paintings on the exhibition board.

It is a bird's-eye oil painting of the center of Rome, but it has a Chinese ink style. There is no flaw in the composition, color tone, and overall fluency. It can be seen that the author's skill and profound Chinese and Western art background, but... Ye Yufan frowned slightly brow.

"How is it?" Ke Jing asked.

"I can't see any depth," Ye Yufan confessed, "It's like a landscape painting, or rather, it's more like a photo."

Ke Jing smiled and said: "You are too straightforward, he is a recognized genius of the generation of the Fu family."

"Ah, are you a genius?" Ye Yufan touched his nose, "No wonder you draw so well!"

"..." Ke Jing was speechless. Just now, he praised him for being straightforward, and he was so fast when he saw the wind!

However, Fu Tingxin is the only Chinese who can exhibit in Hall B0. Even if he has no depth, he can overwhelm countless people with his painting skills alone.