Return to the Road of God

Surrounded by the children, Chong Shan was at a loss for what to do.The students he has come into contact with in the past few years are all adults, and the only one, Guan Hongze, is also young and mature, and he is unbelievably stable.

"Teacher Chong, come and help me look at the paintings!" A cheerful girl who looked like a junior high school student pulled Chong Shan to the drawing board and asked expectantly, "Can I be admitted to the National Academy of Fine Arts like this?"

The paintings on the drawing board are eye-catching. Although the brushwork is not very strong, it does not have the dogmatic and rigid painting style in the studio set up for exam training.

"Well, it's pretty good!" Chong Shan encouraged, "Come on, if you continue like this, you will definitely pass the exam."

The girl was very happy to be recognized, and the other students around her were envious, and asked Chongshan to watch their works one after another.

After looking around, Chong Shan gradually revealed a look of surprise—these children are very special, each with their own talents!

Chongshan suddenly understood why in the creative painting competition held the year before last, the entries sent by Qingzhou Studio won so many high rankings. Students are also here!

He glanced at the man leaning against the table smoking a cigarette not far away. The man folded his arms and looked at them with a smile, with a rare... gentleness in his eyes.

That look hit Chong Shan's heart in an instant!

……How long?That man also saw himself like this at a certain moment in his memory. At that time, they were all young, conceited, stubborn, and very strong. No one would give in first.

He avoided the other party's sight with his heart beating fast, and coughed lightly.

Ge Qinzhou came over to dismiss the group of children for him, and then called Chong Shan to the office next door.

It is an office, but it is only a cubicle of about four or five square meters. When the door is opened, there is a strong smell of smoke. The furnishings in the room are extremely simple, with a single bed, a writing desk, and four places. Dirty clothes piled up and scraps of paper strewn about.

"You... live here?" Chong Shan asked in surprise.

Ge Qinzhou: "Occasionally I will spend the night here."

Chong Shan heaved a sigh of relief. To be honest, although the relationship between the two broke up, he really didn't want to see this man down to such an extent.

Ge Qinzhou sat down carelessly, and beckoned Chong Shan to sit down as well, a cigarette hadn't left his mouth since the beginning, Chong Shan frowned and said, "You're too addicted to smoking, it's time to quit."

Ge Qinzhou looked at Chong Shan, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if asking, "You care about me?"

Chong Shan immediately fell silent, and the two stalemate for a few seconds before he spoke again: "The income of running a studio is not bad, I heard that the art training classes in City A are charged by the hour, and a few students I lead are also working part-time , 50 yuan per hour."

Ge Qinzhou was silent for a moment, "Not many," he pressed the remaining half of a cigarette into the ashtray, extinguished it, and said, "Sometimes it is stuck upside down."

"...Huh?" Chong Shan didn't quite understand.

Ge Qinzhou sighed, and said: "As you can see, this place is not very high-end. I rent the studio in this kind of place. First, I want to be quiet, but the most important thing is that the rent is cheap."

Chongshan raised his chin: "The group of students outside studied in your studio for one afternoon, and their combined net income is about a thousand yuan, right? What's more, when two of your students were selected by the government for funding, there were also many parents. Come to ask your name..."

Ge Qinzhou glanced at Chong Shan: "I accept students not on tuition fees, but on talent."

Chongshan: "..."

Ge Qinzhou endured it for a while, but he still couldn't help it, and lit another cigarette: "The space in the studio is limited, and I can't bring in more students by myself, and I will regularly screen out whoever I think is not suitable for this path, so I should persuade them as soon as possible. He left," he slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, "and those who have potential, even if they can't afford the tuition fees, I'm willing to stay."

"..." Chongshan was speechless, looked around, and said, "Then how do you support your family?"

Ge Qinzhou seemed to hear something strange: "I have never been married."

Chong Shan was choked again. He suddenly felt that after working so hard for so many years, no matter how high his status was or how well he was doing, he would always feel a sense of embarrassment in front of this man, and no matter how poor and poor that man was, he remained calm. Take it easy like a king of the mountain...

"What about you?" Ge Qinzhou asked, "After your divorce, how are you doing?"

"You, you know?" Chong Shan stammered.

Ge Qinzhou smiled slightly: "I know that you are married and divorced, and have a daughter who is seven years old this year. I will live with you, but you are too busy, so let your parents take care of you."

Chong Shan was speechless, he didn't want to admit that he was a little moved...

At this moment, Ge Qinzhou suddenly changed the subject: "You came to me, what is the matter? Just tell me, I will try my best to help."

Chong Shan pondered for a moment, then said: "Do you know that there is an artist family with the surname Xia in China, among them is a man named Xia Xiaochuan, who was recognized as a talented boy in the art world in the 60s, but when he was studying abroad, the Xia family was persecuted, His parents are both dead..."

As soon as he said this, Ge Qinzhou interrupted him: "Coincidentally."

Chongshan: "Huh?"

Ge Qinzhou looked at Chong Shan, smiled wryly and said, "My mother's family name is Xia."

Chong Shan was shocked: "What!"

"Xia Xiaochuan, that's my cousin." Recalling the past, Ge Qinzhou's tone was not without pain.

The Xia family's ancestral home was in Suzhou. It used to be a well-known scholarly family. Generations of grandparents were literati.

However, the Xia family has an extremely strict family rule - the works of the Xia family are not passed on to the outside world, and each generation can only keep one piece to be handed down, and the rest must be burned or buried with them.

In other words, most of the articles, paintings, and music composed by the Xia family were buried with them...

It is not clear from which generation this rule was handed down. It is only heard that during the Qianlong period, a certain ancestor of the Xia family was punished for exaggerating his talent, and then some members of the clan established this rule to avoid disasters. .

Under the constraints of the family rules, almost all the descendants of the Xia family are indifferent to fame and fortune. As for how their fame spread far and wide, Ge Qinzhou also explained: "Because some people know that the Xia family has a lot of talents, especially my grandfather and grandfather, they just take out a painting. The past can shock the world. Therefore, it is inevitable that some people covet the "wealth" of the Xia family, and the painting pavilion of the old house has been stolen more than once..."

Chong Shan asked nervously: "The Tibetan Painting Pavilion? Could it be the place where those handed down works are stored?"

Ge Qinzhou: "Yes."

Chong Shan exclaimed: "My God, what should I do if it is stolen?"

Ge Qinzhou said with a smile: "What should I do? If it is stolen, it will be stolen. Only if it is stolen will it be famous after Xia's family, right?"

Chong Shan: "...How could it be that some people with ulterior motives would change those works to gain fame and fortune for themselves!"

Ge Qinzhou: "So what? The rules of the Xia family are to restrain oneself, not the world."

Chongshan has nothing to say, this is really... so Ge ​​Qinzhou's hatred of fame and fortune in his character should also be influenced by his mother's clan, right?

"When I was young, just like you are now, when I heard my grandpa talking about these things, I was very anxious and felt that justice must be sought." Ge Qinzhou smiled faintly, "My grandpa taught me that paintings can be stolen, Talent cannot be stolen... the calligraphy at home is stolen, all the elders are not angry, only distressed."

The Xia family has never stood up to justify their name, no matter how uproarious the outside world is, they do their own things calmly, as if they have nothing to do with the world.

It is precisely because of such pure thoughts and a heart without desires or demands that each generation of the Xia family is better than the next generation.

"My uncle took my name from 'Qingzhou Yiye Tiandixiao', which means that I will be proud of the world in the future, hehe... My uncle's name is Xia Ziqin, and he gave me the word 'Qin', The homonym of "Qinzhou" also means that the elders protect the younger ones."

As Ge Qinzhou said, he looked towards Chongshan with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

Chongshan recalled the first time this man saw him, and said cynically: "Hey, your name is Chongshan? I'm Qinzhou! We just made up a poem, 'A light boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains', haha, from now on you It's mine!"

The whole class was there at that time, and for four years in college, Chong Shan had somehow become "Ge Qinzhou's man" for four years!

...Thinking of this passage, Chong Shan's face became hot.

Ge Qinzhou had just mentioned the part of the Xia family's persecution, but he didn't seem to want to talk about it in detail, because his mother also died in that chaos, and Ge's father couldn't bear the pain of losing his wife, and died of illness not long after.

That year, Ge Qinzhou was only ten years old. Afterwards, he was brought up by his aunt. It was not until he was admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts that he could earn a little money by selling paintings that he became independent.

"I've met my cousin a few times, but he's introverted, and I couldn't get along with him, so I didn't have a close relationship with him. He is indeed very talented, and he was learned by us juniors. A role model, before the turmoil came, his uncle sent him abroad, it seems to have gone to Italy... But after that incident, almost all relatives were scattered," Ge Qinzhou said slowly, "I thought at the time, what happened With such a thing, it is unlikely that my cousin will return to China."

Chong Shan: "So, you don't know if he has returned to China?"

"Well, after graduating from university, I also inquired about it. I wanted to ask if there were any Chinese who were studying abroad at the same time as my cousin... But you know, I had a quarrel with the officials at that time." Ge Qinzhou smiled wryly.

Chongshan suddenly looked like a deflated ball. He originally thought that since Ge Qinzhou was Xia Xiaochuan's relative, he would at least know something, but he didn't expect that the other party knew less than himself!However, the content about the Xia family is very rich.

Chongshan told Ge Qinzhou about Xia Xiaochuan's return to China, the specific year, and then said: "The strange thing is that after he returned to China, almost no one knew what he was doing. Even if they knew, they hesitated to speak, as if they were hiding something... "

Ge Qinzhou's expression became serious, and he asked, "How do you know these things?"

As it was related to his relatives, Chongshan also had to worry about the other party's feelings, so he had to confess: "The young master Guan Hongze asked me to inquire. I don't know if you have followed an art news recently. There is an artist named SA Fale in the Royal Academy of Art. Student, I heard that the painting style is very similar to Xia Xiaochuan's."

"I saw the news. Indeed, that student is not an ordinary character. I also heard that He Yuexi called me and mentioned it, but Xia Xiaochuan has no works that have been circulated in the world. Why do people think that SAFale is similar to his painting style? "Ge Qinzhou said strangely.

Chong Shan shook his head: "I heard from Hongze that the Fu family has a work by Xia Xiaochuan, which is a portrait of your uncle Xia Ziqin."

Ge Qinzhou stood up excitedly, and the messy notebooks and drawing paper on the desk were knocked and slid towards Chongshan, squeezing out the other party's briefcase, and all the mobile phones, pens, notepads and other sundries inside fell out.

"Sorry." He quickly apologized.

"It's okay." Chongshan bent down to pick up his things, and saw that the notebook was opened on a certain page, which was written down a long time ago, but he didn't know what he saw, and he was stunned all of a sudden!

Among the messy records in the notebook, there is a name that Chongshan cannot ignore - Xia Xiaochuan.