Return to the Road of God

While doubting, Han Rui came to the studio at the fastest speed, but unexpectedly missed - there is no sign of Shotray here!

Usually when students are in the studio, apart from the valuables that will be placed in special storage cabinets, homework bags, brush holders, rags and other items are randomly piled up near the easel, and Ye Yufan is the same.But at this moment, his seat was cleaned up, and there were no personal items!

"What are you doing here?" Henry's friend wandered in leisurely.

Han Rui shook his head. He wanted to look for a Shotray practice work, but there was an empty seat in front of him, let alone a practice work, and he didn't even find a scrap of paper!

Even so, students often change studios, and Han Rui has no reason to be suspicious.

The brown-haired young man persuaded: "Okay, okay, it's not something important, I was just joking, who does SAFale have anything to do with us?"

"Hmm..." Han Rui responded, thinking that he would ask again when he had a chance to meet Shotray himself.

When Ke Jing came to Ye Yufan's dormitory, Annie opened the outer door for him. He heard Ye Yufan mention this beautiful roommate, and she was indeed too beautiful. Annie warmly greeted her and asked, "Are you here to see Van?" Is it?"

Ke Jing: "Well, is he there?"

Annie smiled: "He just came back not long ago, you just go and knock on his door."

Ke Jing looked at her distractedly for a while, but he couldn't help but tremble when he thought of something.

"...for 15 years, before I got bored, you belonged to me alone..."

The man's voice sounded like a curse.

Ke Jing cursed in her heart, and walked in with a gloomy expression.

The door of Ye Yufan's room was ajar, and Ke Jing pushed it open, and saw that he was still packing up the things he had brought back from the studio, with several bags of drawing paper piled up on the floor, "Have you packed it yet?" Ke Jing asked.

Ye Yufan didn't expect Ke Jing to rush in directly, he was startled, and immediately said: "Okay, okay, let's go down."

Seeing his reaction, Ke Jing immediately remembered the doubts he had just had on the way, "No hurry, you do it first." He simply sat down by the bed.

Ye Yufan lowered his head and quickly put away all the things that should be put away, while Ke Jing opened the bag at his feet, took out a painting and looked at it.

"When did you draw this?" Ke Jing asked casually.

Ye Yufan glanced at it: "Recently." He didn't have the habit of signing and writing the date on the drawing paper.

Ke Jingsai went back and rummaged through another bag. Several pieces of homework were on the same level as Ye Yufan's exhibited painting. They didn't look as powerful as SAFale, but in terms of style, they did give off a subtle similarity.

Ye Yufan packed up quickly, and went to a small restaurant near the dormitory to have a light meal with Ke Jing.

During the meal, Ke Jing suddenly said: "Could you be SAFale?"

This sentence caught Ye Yufan by surprise, and he almost spit out a mouthful of hot soup...

Fortunately, he has practiced a lot during this period of time, and he has considered the situation of being asked such questions directly, and is prepared.

"Huh? Uh, how is it possible, he...is so powerful." The first half of the sentence can still be answered according to the simulated answer, but the second half of the sentence made Ye Yufan's goosebumps rise!

Ke Jing actually believed it, nodded and said: "I also think you are not as good as him, but in the past two days many people have been guessing who SAFale is, and I'm here to join in the fun, to see you and his portrait, just ask casually Ask." After that, he winked at Ye Yufan twice, encouraging him, "I think you have potential, and you will be as good as him in two years."

Ye Yufan laughed dryly and said, "I hope so."

After the meal, Ye Yufan went back to the dormitory alone, locked the door, and was in a panic in the room.

He reached under the bed to find a stack of paintings, and those paintings turned out to be "Italian Impression" that was on display!

……wrong!If you look closely, it's still very different.

After returning from Italy, Ye Yufan found that he could not find the feeling of painting. To be precise, this situation started after being asked about his identity by the group of professors. He was under pressure, but Ye Yufan was very tired that day, and he felt a little strange when he picked up his pen later.

Ye Yufan didn't pay much attention to it at first, after all, it's normal to give birth without drawing hands for two days.

Until the school proposed to let him participate in the exhibition, and gave a plan to let him participate in both the false identity of SAFale and the real identity of Ye Yufan. The former used the paintings he made in Italy, and the latter asked him to temporarily create a different style. Slightly lower-level operations to play smoke bombs.

Considering that there are people around him who have seen his paintings, such as He Yuexi and Han Rui, Ye Yufan decided to copy some fragments from the Italian Impression collection, retaining some similarities, and re-creating new parts, so that it will be recognized by others afterwards. If you recognize it, you can also show them the "defective products" you painted, so that they will have the illusion of "pure coincidence".

But Ye Yufan didn't expect that if he didn't deliberately lower his level, the things he drew would already have the "expected level"!

At first, he thought it was because He Yuexi said that the state of "harmony between man and nature" does not exist anytime and anywhere, but gradually, he found that it was more than that, it is difficult for him to calm down while painting now!

Art creation is taboo to be impatient, unable to concentrate, and can't draw well no matter how you paint.Ye Yufan has never encountered this kind of situation before. He is easy to concentrate, and once he concentrates, he will forget himself, but now he is distracted from time to time.

These paintings on the ground are copied by Ye Yufan, they are almost exactly the same as Italian Impression, but they have no shape and no meaning, as if they are counterfeit products...

Who can imagine that this and the Italian Impression on display are made by the same person?

When Ke Jing came in just now, Ye Yufan casually stuffed the painting under the bed, but luckily he didn't notice it.

Ye Yufan never mentioned this matter to anyone, he thought, look at it after a while, maybe it's just exhaustion of mental power, after all, during this period of time, he was always afraid of being known by others as SAFale.

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Sitting in front of the computer, Fu Tingxin slid the mouse to click on the picture on the desktop—it was the picture taken by Guan Hongze.

He zoomed in and out for a while, then took out a piece of paper and began to copy parts of the painting.

...It's too similar to the Liufeng Huixue line. This SAFale still has the skills of Chinese painting?not simple!

Just as he was wondering, there was a knock on the door, and Fu Tingxin agreed.

Seeing his friend painting, Guan Hongze said in surprise, "It's rare." This guy seemed really stimulated.

"Hehe, let me study it first." Fu Tingxin handed him the digital camera with a smile, "Here, I will return this to you."

Guan Hongze took it over and asked, "Didn't you eat, go out to eat?"

When going out, Fu Tingxin glanced at the door next door: "Do you want to be called Bai Mu?"

Guan Hongze: "No, he won't go."

Fu Tingxin was speechless: "Did he not eat for a few days?"

Guan Hongze: "Do whatever you want, he will soon become a fairy."

About 10 minutes after the two left, the door of Bai Mu's room opened quietly.

But what came out was not Bai Mu, but "Wang Xizhi". It looked around, then stretched out its front paws, pouted its buttocks, and stretched its waist.

After a while, a ghostly figure appeared at the door, and the pale Bai Mu seemed to "float" out of it. He "floated" downstairs, made himself a glass of honey water, and drank it in small sips. During the period, he also suffered from condensed eyebrows and painful symptoms, which made people wonder whether what he ate was honey or poison.

After drinking, he "floated" back, stood at the door of the room, and called softly: "Xizhi..." The plump tabby cat flew into the room from that corner, and the door was closed immediately.

The villa was quiet, as if nothing had happened.

……

Today is the last day of the theme exhibition, and there are still many foreign tourists stranded in Xili. It is meal time, and the restaurant is still quite lively.

After the two had eaten, Fu Tingxin went to the bathroom, while Guan Hongze sat drinking coffee. A group of foreigners passed behind him, and he vaguely heard one of them talking to his companion in English with an Italian accent.

"It's a pity that I didn't see SAFale in person this time."

"No way, who told him to be officially protected by the Royal Academy of Art..."

protected?Guan Hongze listened attentively. Although their voices had gone away, he still caught the key point——

"Very few Chinese art students can do this. I look forward to seeing him in the competition..."

Chinese art students?Wait, SAFale is Chinese? !

Guan Hongze stood up all of a sudden, looked back, and was about to chase after him to ask for details, but was stopped by the waiter next to him: "Sir, you haven't paid the bill yet!"

Guan Hongze hurriedly explained: "I have a friend who is in the bathroom!"

The waiter: "Sorry, the restaurant has been quite busy these two days, and there have been cases where customers left without paying, so..."

What interrupted her was the wallet that Guan Hongze suddenly pulled out from his trouser pocket. He took out a few banknotes and stuffed them into her hand, then chased her out. The waiter counted them, and his face changed: "Many, too many... ..."

Fu Tingxin, who had just returned from the bathroom, asked inexplicably, "Where's my friend?"

The waiter awkwardly pointed in the direction of the door: "He ran out!"

When Fu Tingxin left the restaurant, he saw Guan Hongze standing not far away, frowning.

"What's the matter?" He walked over and gave him the recovered money, "What happened?"

Outside the restaurant is the busy market, once Guan Hongze was delayed by the waiter, those people disappeared...

Then again, is SAFale really Chinese?No matter how you look at the name, it doesn't look like it!Or did I hear it wrong?

Regarding Fu Tingxin's question, Guan Hongze could only shake his head and said, "It's nothing."

If he is really Chinese, he can no longer do nothing like a second generation ancestor...

After the exhibition, the school released another piece of information about SAFale to the outside world - the student was from an ordinary family and was open for funding.

This news has stirred up a thousand waves with one stone, and responses from all parties have flooded in like a tidal wave!

Locke sat in the office, looking at the statistical report in his hand, with obvious shock on his face.

Soon, Ye Yufan received an email from the principal. This time, the author had something to say: he was not intimidated by the sender, but by the content of the letter.