Return to the Road of God

After reading the email, Chongshan couldn't recover for a long time.

Shotray, a person who seems to live in a story, such a genius, but such a tragedy...

"Hongze, do you know how many years Shotray came back to China?" He calmed down the emotion in his heart, and calmly wrote back to Guan Hongze.

"I don't know yet, but I contacted the American who wrote the diary." Guan Hongze replied.

David just replied to Ye Yufan's letter a few days ago, so he checked his mailbox a lot more diligently. He quickly found Guan Hongze's letter, and he was a little surprised and happy.

These Chinese people would write letters, in David's view, it was obvious that they recognized what he had done.

"DearLustre, I'm glad to receive your email, and thank you for your sympathy and regret for Shotray's story. I believe he will be happy in heaven. I met him in 1970. In the summer of 1976, Shotray and his My friend went back to China together. After that, I haven’t seen him again. I visited China in 97 and wrote this diary after I came back. I only posted it on my blog in 1999. I hope to answer your questions :)

"In addition, I also received a letter from another Chinese teenager a few days ago. He also asked me about Shotray. What's interesting is that the boy's name is the same as Shotray."

While answering Guan Hongze's questions patiently, this enthusiastic American also unconsciously betrayed Ye Yufan, so that when Guan Hongze asked about the young man in his last reply letter, he didn't think it was strange. Hehe, he sent Ye Yufan's email address to him. In addition, David also sent Guan Hongze a photo of Xia Xiaochuan when he was young.

Guan Hongze was shocked the first time he saw the photo - the eyes of the young man in the photo were so similar to Ye Yufan's!

Ye Yufan's eyes are very special, especially the inner corner of the eye, which is shaped like the petals of a peach blossom, and the same is true for the young man on the screen. If he just looked at the eyes, Guan Hongze would think it was a photo of Ye Yufan!

He preliminarily guessed that Xia Xiaochuan and Ye Yufan might be close relatives, possibly related to nephew and uncle. This would also explain why Ye Yufan used the English name Shotray.

The school's student information website can search for every student's school email address. Guan Hongze followed the clues to find Ye Yufan to prove his conjecture.

But he couldn't understand one thing. If Ye Yufan and Xia Xiaochuan had a close relationship, why did he write to David?Could it be that Ye Yufan didn't know anything about Xia Xiaochuan?He is also investigating?

Guan Hongze suddenly thought that David said in the email that he visited China in 97, and the Chinese art dealer who met him privately said that Xia Xiaochuan committed suicide more than ten years ago due to depression. Maybe he hasn't been born yet?

If so, Ye Yufan inherited Xia Xiaochuan's artistic talent, started painting a year ago, and at the same time investigated Xia Xiaochuan's past experiences, it sounds more reasonable.

Then, Guan Hongze went to look for Fu Tingxin again, but saw that guy seriously drawing in the room!

"You are..."

"Uh, final assignment." Fu Tingxin scratched his head with the pen tip.

Guan Hongze teased him with a smile, and asked, "About the painting, do you know anything else about Shotray?"

"Not sure," Fu Tingxin shrugged, "I heard from my uncle that Xia Xiaochuan was studying abroad, and many people at the same time didn't know if he came back. My uncle said that he seemed to have returned to China, but he didn't produce any works. In the end, he died of illness.”

Guan Hongze frowned: "Do you know when he died of illness?"

Fu Tingxin shook his head and asked, "What's going on, why do you care about this?"

"Just curious." Guan Hongze left Fu Tingxin's room, called Chong Shan, and told him all the information he knew.

"According to David's memory log, Xia Xiaochuan was 1970 years old in 18, so he was born in 1952? Then he and your father are of the same generation!"

Guan Hongze: "Yes, I tested my father, but he didn't say anything."

Chong Shan asked with a smile: "So you want to investigate by yourself?"

Guan Hongze: "..."

Chong Shan: "Don't worry, I won't tell Mr. Guan." Hehe, no matter how mature this child is, he can't avoid the youthful vigor of a teenager.

When Xia Xiaochuan returned to China, Chong Shan was only 12 years old, and he was devoting himself to laying the foundation in the art cram school. He didn't hear anything outside the window, and he didn't know what celebrities were in the art world.

According to the diary, it is speculated that a talented person like Shotray should not be buried, especially when the Guan and Bai families have become prosperous, they will not fail to dig him out.

The tragedy of the Xia family was due to the times, and it was inevitable, but when Xia Xiaochuan returned to China, those frenzy had already come to an end, and it was unlikely to affect his development.

Xia Xiaochuan is unknown now, and there is only one reason, that is, he stopped painting after returning to China.

But no matter what, when such a talented genius returns to China, some people in the art world will pay attention to it.

Chongshan consulted several elderly artists. When they heard the name Xia Xiaochuan, all they could recall was a burst of excitement, saying, "I know, I know, that is the only son of Xia Ziqin and Song Yue, a young genius", But then he let out another long sigh, and said with some regret, "It's a pity for the Xia family..." Other than that, there was no other comment. ask.

One day, Chongshan met a senior who taught traditional Chinese painting in the professor's cafeteria. Hearing this, the other person's face changed suddenly, and he kept silent about Chongshan's question, which surprised him.

This detail made Chongshan more interested in Xia Xiaochuan's past.

On weekends, he went to City S and invited his good friend Liang Yunqing out. Unfortunately, Liang Yunqing had never heard of Xia Xiaochuan's name, but like Chong Shan, he found it very novel: "Is there any untold story? Could it involve politics?"

Chong Shan: "I want to know too."

Liang Yunqing thought for a while and said, "I'll recommend someone to you, you can ask him."

Seeing the smirk on Liang Yunqing's face, Chong Shan froze, and said, "...Are you talking about Ge Qinzhou?"

Liang Yunqing: "Hehe, besides him, who else can I recommend?"

Chongshan snorted coldly.

Liang Yunqing said again: "Don't look at his dishonest appearance, who in our class knew more than him?"

Chong Shan reluctantly said: "I know."

"After he was banned by the government, his vigor has also decreased a lot. He has been wandering outside for more than ten years, and he has only recently stabilized in City H." Liang Yunqing raised his glass, "Go and meet him, talk to him, Maybe I can know what you want to know."

Chong Shan frowned and clinked glasses with him, took a sip of the mulled wine, and asked, "Where is he now?"

Liang Yunqing: "You don't have his phone number?"

Chong Shan: "...deleted."

Liang Yunqing laughed: "He is almost 40 years old, and he still does this kind of thing! Are you still thinking about him..."

"Shut up, don't talk anymore." Chong Shan's face flushed a little, he didn't know if it was because of the embarrassment of the past, or the intoxication of the good wine.

A few days later, Chong Shan met Ge Qinzhou at the train station in City H.

The man was wearing a not-so-fancy coat and his hair grew past his ears. He leaned on a pillar and smoked without haste, occasionally casting a glance in the direction of the platform.

It has been more than ten years, and they are all old...

Chong Shan picked up the phone, and on the screen was a text message sent by the man a few hours ago: "What time will I arrive, I will pick you up." He still cherishes words like gold, without any nonsense.

Ge Qinzhou saw Chong Shan standing in a daze at the exit, straightened up and walked towards him. At that moment, Chong Shan instinctively took a step back.

Until the distance between the two was only an arm's length away, Chong Shan wanted to say something in embarrassment, but Ge Qinzhou took the conversation away: "Have you eaten yet?"

It's 03:30 pm, eat a fart!Chong Shan complained silently, feeling a little more relaxed.

"What do you want to eat? West Lake Vinegar Fish or Steamed Pork with Lotus Leaf Powder?" The man said to himself while leading him outside.

"I'll go back later." Chong Shan said.

Ge Qinzhou didn't reply to his words, but suddenly stopped in front of a row of electric cars, and then took out the keys from his trouser pocket.

"Uh, you, you drive an electric car?" Chong Shan was taken aback for a moment.

Ge Qinzhou raised his eyebrows, "What's wrong?"

Chong Shan's eyelids jumped up, and sure enough, the man in front of him patted the back seat and said naturally, "Come up."

"..." Chong Shan rubbed his forehead, "You tell me the destination, I'll take a taxi."

Ge Qinzhou looked at him for a while. The person in front of him was well-dressed, with a delicate shirt and windbreaker, and shiny leather shoes. It was really not suitable for him to ride an electric car, but...

He suddenly raised the corner of his mouth and smiled: "I said, didn't you come to me with something?"

Ten minutes later, two men sat on a colored electric car that had been artistically processed, and were speeding along the streets of City H...

When getting off the car, Chongshan felt that his face of more than ten years had been lost at this moment!As for more than ten years ago, hehe... It seems that it was also thrown into the hands of this man!

Thinking of this, Chong Shan wanted to kick the man over, beat up the man violently, and then walked away!

"What are you doing there, come in!" Ge Qinzhou parked the car and greeted him.

Chong Shan followed with a dark face, and walked through the crooked alley, which looked like residential buildings around him. When he walked all the way to the end, he saw a steel-framed staircase that could only accommodate one person. On the wall next to it was a handmade The poster made by painting—Qingzhou Studio.

Seeing the first two words, the corners of Chong Shan's eyes twitched again.

The two went up, the stairs made a creaking sound, which sounded dangerous, and then reached the open-air corridor on the second floor, the man opened a door casually, and there was a burst of warm steam coming out of it, and there was a rustling sound. vocals.

After Chongshan entered, he found that it was actually a studio!

There were about seven or eight students sitting in the studio, and the youngest was estimated to be less than ten years old. When the children saw a stranger, they turned their heads and looked over with fresh expressions.

"Come, come, let's all come and get to know each other." Ge Qinzhou greeted them, "This is Teacher Chong, an associate professor at the National Academy of Fine Arts."

"Wow~~~" "Wow~~~~" "Wow~~~~" The students were amazed, and surrounded Chong Shan with a huff, and Chong Shan stood there with an embarrassed face, greeting them one by one , being touched here and there by the paint-stained hands of several children.

"Crack!" Ge Qinzhou slapped a certain student's paw away quickly, "You are only allowed to look, not to touch."

The students all let go of their hands at once, and took a step back, with aggrieved and longing expressions on their faces.

Chongshan: "..."

Some students asked: "Mr. Ge, who is Mr. Chong to you? How do you know him?"

Ge Qinzhou smiled and said, "This is when Mr. Ge was studying...cough, classmate."

After hearing what Ge Qinzhou had said, Chong Shan withdrew his knife-like gaze.

Another student curled his lips and said, "Ms. Ge is lying, Mr. Chong is an associate professor, why aren't you? Are you not good at grades?"

Ge Qinzhou was about to defend himself, but he heard Chong Shan laugh out loud. He swallowed his words, stared at Chong Shan for a while, and then laughed.