Return to the Road of God

In just one semester, after experiencing Yeartrip, theme exhibition and other activities, the assessment and promotion semester immediately ushered in a headache for students. This process will last for about a month, and it is also called "Sura month" by students.

No matter how idle and cynical the students are at ordinary times, they also start to work hard this month.In order to go to school smoothly, some students have to do homework that they didn't draw well before.

Even Ke Jing, who is usually idle, became serious. In his words, "I live this month in a year".

But for some students, drawing is not the scariest thing!The most frightening thing is that everyone has to submit a thoughtful and in-depth annual summary report, no less than [-] words in English!

This almost killed He Yuexi and Guo Zhekai. They racked their brains for this article, exhausted their brain cells, and moved forward at a slow pace of [-] words a day.And at such a difficult stage for the whole people, there are still people who can sleep leisurely, read picture albums, go shopping, drink coffee, and work part-time... If this person is not brainwashed and resigns himself to repeating his fate, then he must be a wicked student bully!

There is really such a person beside He Yuexi and the others - that is Ye Yufan!

Compared with their pain, Ye Yufan's idleness is simply outrageous!

"Have you finished drawing?"

"The painting is finished..."

"What about the report? Don't you need to write it?"

"I finished writing..."

"Damn!" At this juncture, the friends just wanted to yell at Ye Yufan's words and deeds, you fuck off me!

Ye Yufan has indeed finished his drawing and writing. The free teaching method is a great boon for someone with top self-control like him.Arrange time reasonably, complete tasks step by step, sit leisurely and wait for the holiday...is there any easier life than this?

Ye Yufan thought to himself, this group of people must have never experienced high school entrance examinations, preliminary examinations for key high schools, monthly examinations, midterm and final examinations, endless papers to review endless knowledge... that is called the Shura field, okay?

But he didn't say anything, because now whatever he says is hatred.

However, the homework and reports completed by Ye Yufan were useless.The day before yesterday, Andrew told him that the school had decided to let him skip the exam and directly enter the college of higher learning.

"Go back on vacation and think about what major you want to study. There are already many professors vying for you, but I still want to recommend my Department of Architecture." Andrew gave Ye Yufan a standard Winnie the Pooh smile.

Ye Yufan originally wanted to tell Andrew about his poor state recently, but just started, Andrew comforted him and said: "It's normal, you're just under too much pressure during this period, just take a break, artists have periods of enthusiasm for creation , it’s impossible to be at your peak every day.”

After hearing these words, Ye Yufan had no choice but to give up, and also hoped that this would really be the case.

At the same time, he also began to understand the various majors offered by advanced colleges. Painting is only a part of art. If he still has no state at that time, he can also learn other things, such as photography, sculpture, sand painting, architecture and so on.

One day, when Ye Yufan went to the computer in the common room to sort out his mailbox, he received a new email. The sender was David, who was both unfamiliar and familiar. When Ye Yufan clicked on it, his eyelids twitched. Log Americans!

How long has it been since?It has been several months!Ye Yufan almost forgot about it!He hurried to see the content of the American reply.

David said that this mailbox has not been used for a long time, so he only replied now, but he was very excited. He did not expect that someone would write to him after reading his diary. It was also surprising that someone had the same name as Shotray.

When Ye Yufan saw this, he noticed that there was an attachment in the email, and the file name was SHOTRAY.

He thought it was Xia Xiaochuan's painting, so he downloaded it with great interest and took a look, but he was taken aback by surprise!

...that's a photo!

Due to the age, the pictures were scanned and uploaded, the colors are a bit distorted and the pixels are not high, but Ye Yufan still recognized the person in the pictures at a glance!

The young man was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, showing his slender arms and slender wrists. He was sitting in front of an easel, holding a paintbrush in one hand.

The young man seemed to be unprepared, and turned his head after being called by his name. At that moment, his handsome face with a puzzled expression was frozen there forever.

Ye Yufan's gaze was attracted by the young man's exposed arm, because there was a bright red mark the size of a fingernail, which was particularly obvious against the white arm!

Then, he threw away the mouse as if he had been electrocuted, took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and found this birthmark on the same place on his body!

Every summer, people would notice this birthmark on his arm, which was as red as blood when he was a child, and some people laughed and said that he took his mother's lipstick and put a little on his arm, so Ye Yufan was deeply impressed.As she grew up, the color of the birthmark gradually faded, and Ye Yufan didn't pay attention to it anymore.

Why does he have the same birthmark as the man in the photo?Didn't Xia Xiaochuan only appear in the autumn of the year before last, but when he was born...

Thinking of this, Ye Yufan suddenly gasped and sat down on the chair.

——That's right, the birthmark is born with it!

A year ago now, he was sitting in front of Rui Beinian with a tack in his hand, telling a self-deceiving lie, thinking that he could temporarily keep himself safe by fooling him.

Then, he made mistakes and relied on this belief to go on the road again, looking for himself.

On the one hand, he believed that Xia Xiaochuan might be his past life, and on the other hand, he doubted the possibility of the fusion of two souls from time to time.

More than once, he felt like a splitter, with two people hidden in his body!

But at this moment, he saw the real evidence!

It turned out that he was already tied to Xia Xiaochuan from birth... Sickness is not a turning point!

This discovery made Ye Yufan break out in a cold sweat, because it completely overturned the 15 years that he had nothing to do with Xia Xiaochuan, the 15 years that belonged to Ye Yufan alone!

So...are we the same person?Ye Yufan trembled slightly, and looked at the people in the photo again. They didn't look much alike, only the eyes seemed to be carved out of the same mold!

Ye Yufan was staring at the photo, and the young man's black and white eyes seemed to be looking at him through the screen. This strange feeling sent chills down his spine...

It took a long time before he recovered from the shock and continued to read David's letter.

David said that all the things he knows have been written in the blog, because Shotray is a very low-key and mysterious Chinese, so he doesn't know more.

After that, David also mentioned that he had just followed the theme exhibition of the Royal Academy of Art some time ago. There was a student named SAFale whose painting style was very similar to Shotray, and asked Ye Yufan if he knew the artist...

Ye Yufan was thinking about whether to reply to the other party, but the school had told him that if he wanted to protect himself, he could no longer use the English name "Shotray" in front of anyone, but Ye Yufan inadvertently disclosed three key information to David: student mailbox Account, Chinese, Shotray!

David is obviously a person in the art industry. If he discloses these three key information, Ye Yufan is very likely to be found out by following the clues.

Since David had no information to dig, Ye Yufan decided to trick him.

He silently saved the photo, deleted the Yankee's letter, and dragged the person to the blacklist... Cough, in this case, not responding to the other party is the best way.

But Ye Yufan didn't expect that someone would find this post and this American in the same way!

At this very moment, Guan Hongze is sitting in front of the computer, reading the log of recalling Shotray...

He is not too emotional about movies and television or this kind of documentary memories, but this diary made his eyes a little sore, sad and regretful.In addition, there is also a shock.

Thinking that Ye Yufan might have something to do with this artist named Shotray, Guan Hongze was confused and excited at the same time.

He sat for a while, picked up his phone and dialed a number.

"Mr. Chong, I'm Guan Hongze." He contacted Chong Shan, his tutor when he was in China.

"Hongze? Are you... calling overseas?" Chong Shan was surprised.

Guan Hongze said in a deep voice, "Teacher Chong, I have something to ask you."

Chongshan: "Huh? What's the matter?"

Guan Hongze: "Before I ask this question, can you please promise me to keep it secret for me?"

Chongshan laughed softly: "Why is the question so mysterious? I promise you."

Guan Hongze asked: "Do you know that there is a painter named Xia Xiaochuan?"

Chong Shan was stunned: "I seem to have heard this name somewhere..."

Guan Hongze came to his senses: "Have you heard of it?"

Chong Shan: "Very familiar, can you provide some other clues?"

Guan Hongze: "I found a log related to him on the Internet, and I will send the address of the log to your mailbox in a while."

Chongshan: "Okay."

Guan Hongze: "Also, have you noticed a SAFale artist recently?"

Chong Shan: "Hehe, I know, many domestic art magazines have reported on this person recently."

Guan Hongze: "I heard from Fu Tingxin that SA Fale's brushwork is very similar to that painter named Xia."

Chongshan: "Really? It sounds interesting. Let me check it out for you. If I have any conclusions, can I send you an email?"

Guan Hongze: "Okay, thanks."

Putting down the phone, Chong Shan couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, thinking: This kid, I've brought him with me for so many years, this is the first time I've heard him speak in such a hasty tone!

Xia Xiaochuan?I've heard it... who the hell is it?

Chong Shan opened the mailbox, saw the email sent by Guan Hongze a minute ago, moved the mouse, and clicked on the log address above.