The Art of Raiders of Rebirth

When I got off the plane, the sky was already dark, and Yi Chengyi was still thinking that it doesn't matter if Anderson didn't bring his servants and bodyguards to take care of him?But soon he realized that his worries were unnecessary, because the large troops here had already been arranged.

The housing prices in Beijing have always been killing the poor every minute. As an imperial capital, if it weren’t for the housing prices of every inch of land, it would be a pity that Grandpa Mao declared the founding of the People’s Republic of China with a big wave of his hand here.

...so what is going on with this villa.

Yi Chengyi drooped his fish eyes, and Lynn's car slowly drove into the villa. The scenery along the way was so expensive that it made goosebumps all over his body, but Anderson was still sitting quietly in the car as before. What he saw was not Money is just scenery.

He knew that Anderson's family was rich, but he didn't know that his family was so rich, because Anderson in his previous life had been wandering with him in the mountains and countryside before the two officially parted ways. I don't know what kind of people I'm making friends with.

What is written in the novel is not all false, at least there are real people in this world who have as much money as a single figure and whose appearance is so good that people are jealous.

After Yi Chengyi saw this, the first thing he thought of was that if he was so rich, he would first severely humiliate that charter woman who kept raising his rent and always urging him, and then made a cold prediction. Pay rent for ten years.

So money can change a person's view of the world. It is difficult for people like Yi Chengyi to make progress. He is so rich, so he still thinks of renting a basement to live in.

If it wasn't for those beautiful maid sisters leading the way, Yi Chengyi has no doubt that she would get lost here.Not knowing if it was intentional, Anderson arranged Yi Chengyi's room opposite to his own.

He had never lived in such a luxurious house in his previous life, but what attracted his attention the most was not the exquisite designs and decorations, but the neatly arranged paints and painting utensils that would dazzle the eye.

! ! !These are the things that really attract Yi Chengyi.

As a painter who is so poor that he has no money to pay the rent after buying paints, he used to save oil paints when painting, and the feeling of flying away when he leaves the art painting material store is always To make him vomit blood while laughing, Anderson is simply too scheming, this kind of posture is a person who just wants to fall into it, okay?For those who don't know how to paint, just squeezing colorful paints is very satisfying!

Oil paint stands flat and neat, and the quality of the canvas is superior when you touch it. Watercolor, gouache, acrylic, various types of pencils, charcoal pencils, charcoal, chalk, water-soluble lead markers... It seems that everything that can be used for painting can be found here Get, plentiful and expensive like an outlet store.

Covering his face and lying on the bed, he kept rolling, he felt his small universe exploded to MAX+, accompanied by the dazzling scene of fireworks blooming in the sky and the sound of explosions...the rich really live so chic and happy.

Yi Chengyi was so excited that he couldn't calm down. He ran out of the room and knocked on Anderson's door. The door was quickly opened by the other party. There were no painting materials and paints as imagined. Anderson's room was elegant and simple with various colors of the same color. It is monochrome, and the matching effect and decoration texture give people an elegant and gorgeous feeling, without the visual weight caused by too much complexity. Living here seems to be able to cultivate one's sentiments.

"What's the matter?" Anderson stood by the door, Yi Chengyi withdrew his scrutiny and pointed to his room. "All those things let me use?"

"If you want to use it." Anderson turned his head to the side, his eyes were calm, and the cuteness began to flood again. Yi Chengyi rushed to hug Anderson. He wanted to give a bear hug to thank him, but he couldn't control the strength. Anderson fell to the ground.

The foreheads were bumped together and hurt. Although the floor was covered with thick blankets, it was unknown if Anderson had been bruised.Yi Chengyi got up almost reflexively, touched Anderson all over his body, and asked him nervously if he was hurt anywhere.

What a crime, this person is Anderson... I have never been so close to him in my previous life and this life...

If one of Anderson's bottom lines is that he hates being touched, then Yi Chengyi's current behavior has torn the elasticity of the elastic band into a nylon rope.

He pushed Yi Chengyi away, then stared at him, didn't say anything, just watched steadily.Yi Chengyi was stunned after meeting his gaze. He didn't know if Anderson was angry or brewing an explosive atmosphere. He was a little at a loss, and suddenly felt that he treated Anderson too much like a child, and he would reap the consequences sooner or later.

As a result, the other party just stared at him for a while, and then sat back in the chair to read a book.

He didn't say anything, he didn't know whether he should stay or leave...

Anderson seemed to have forgotten that there was such a person as Yi Chengyi, and the only sound in the quiet room was the intermittent sound of pages being turned.

Finally got Anderson mad?Yi Chengyi was thinking nervously, he wanted to back out slowly, but his feet couldn't move as if they were filled with lead.

The atmosphere was deadlocked like this, and it was almost time for dinner.

Anderson finally put down the book, and the edges and corners knocked against the table with a slight sound.

"If you like touching me very much, don't touch others. If you hug me with someone else's hand, I will feel dirty."

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Breathing stopped suddenly, as if an electric current was transmitted from the soles of the feet to the lower abdomen and the whole body through the carpet, and Anderson's words made him unable to react for a while.The side effects of this novel experience were terribly strong. He felt as if something was burning on his face, and his whole body became unstable.

"...I, I won't..."

Sure enough, this person could always make him feel ashamed, and he swore he would never touch Anderson again.

The other party stood up, left the table and walked to Yi Chengyi's side, looked at him, then pinched his face with his fingers.

"You're blushing."

Yi Chengyi became even more embarrassed, after squeezing the thought that this guy was a child out of his brain, the memory of that cold and inviolable person in his previous life re-established a solid position in his mind.

I don't know if Anderson is going crazy, he is obviously the younger one, but relying on that little height advantage to get close to Yi Chengyi, he subconsciously backed away but couldn't penetrate the wall until his back touched the cold wall, Anderson's shirt sleeve on his arm occupies the corner of Yi Chengyi's eyes. The distance between the other party and him is too short. Yi Chengyi doesn't have the courage to look him in the eye, even though he knows that they are a pair of blue and clear like water and sky. Eyes full of beauty.

"I know what you did before, the Chinese call it 'molesting', and those who molested others are called 'hooligans'."

Slowly speaking word by word, Anderson's voice was accompanied by warm gas sprinkled on Yi Chengyi's side face and neck, burning Yi Chengyi's mood at this moment is beyond words, just want to find a cremator planted in.

"The object being molested is usually good-looking and conforms to the aesthetics of gangsters. If you appreciate it in a legitimate way, please feel free, but I don't like physical contact. I have a cleanliness addiction, and my tolerance for outsiders is close to zero..." Anderson Leaning close to Yi Chengyi's ear, he added softly: "But I also appreciate you, so... I will give you a little privilege."

If Anderson was a little older, maybe he would know that if he bit his ear ambiguously in such a bloody situation, it would cause 9999999+ HP damage to the person who was hit by the wall.

Yi Chengyi felt that his old face was about to be lost.

What's the matter with this feeling of being C instead of QJ!Why didn't he see that Anderson Lynn was such a shameful person before? Hey #%￥@#%@&...

The maid standing outside the door at some point was obviously taken aback, and she spoke intermittently: "Young...Young Master, you can go down and use it, it's time to eat..."

Yi Chengyi pushed Anderson aside in embarrassment, ran into his room and locked the door behind him.

But Anderson stood up straight, staring at the direction of Yi Chengyimen, a blush bloomed on his fair cheeks, and the yuppie attack all over his body just now became stuffy.

Is it really okay to experience this at a young age?The maid trembled a little nervously, for fear that she would be fired if she disturbed the young master's good business.

"Why did he leave?" Anderson looked at it for a while and asked suddenly.

"Big, probably because she was nervous to go to the bathroom..." She never said the word 'shame', if she had a prostate, she would definitely be nervous to go to the bathroom now...

Anderson didn't continue to ask any more questions. After passing her, he walked to the corridor at a normal pace, and then went downstairs to eat.

After Yi Chengyi returned to the room, he realized that his face was already burning hot. He stretched out his hand to cover it. Not only did he not feel like he was going to relieve himself, but he also warmed his hand.

Can he say that he was hit by a wall for the first time when he grew up?

And before the rebirth, Anderson didn't live like this when he was a child. He was always cold and far away. Even if his eyes touched Yi Chengyi inadvertently, he would avoid it as if he had been beaten.

In Yi Chengyi's memory, the slightly normal contact with Anderson started after he entered high school, and the accumulated conflicts between him and Xiang Qianran finally broke out, and he couldn't wait to get rid of each other's dislikes.Before that, Anderson didn't talk to him very much, and he didn't communicate with him very much. Even if Yi Chengyi took the initiative to talk to him, he would finish it in a few sentences.If he wasn't so aloof, Yi Chengyi wouldn't feel that he was looking down on him at all, and wouldn't even bother to talk to him. The feeling of going from admiration to wanting to rise up and surpass but always being beaten back into the inferiority shell is because of this. exist.

He is not a narrow-minded person, but Anderson brought too much contempt and blows when he was a child, and the roots became deeper and deeper. After a few years, he couldn't control it and finally sprouted. It has spread to several thousand meters underground.

I don't want to go back to the state of being ignored all the time, but I can't accept the sudden closeness to him.

Maybe it's because he thinks too much. Europeans and Americans are always more straightforward and open, aren't they?too hypocritical...

Think about it carefully, and then let go of all entanglements.Let's get along like this. If we can really paint peacefully with Anderson, he will be very happy, as if he has fulfilled a childhood wish.

Taking a deep breath and then exhaling, Yi Chengyi walked to the window, this is a floor-to-ceiling window, and there is a balcony outside, although it is not big, it feels just right to nest comfortably in a chair.With the cool night wind blowing on his face, Yi Chengyi closed his eyes, feeling the prosperity and hustle and bustle from the capital city.

He suddenly wanted to paint, and wanted to remember his unfulfilled wish in his previous life and realize it again. Looking at the floating and flashing LEDs in the city not far away, a feeling of unwillingness gradually emerged. If he really only wanted to farm and feed pigs at home , this kind of longing will never arise at all.

Raising his wrist, facing the distant black sky, his fingers were bent into the posture of holding a pen, just when a gust of breeze blew by, that kind of deep presence made Yi Chengyi feel as if his heart would miss a beat.His vision regained clarity, and he retracted his fingers. The gust of wind just now seemed to have blown a certain switch in his mind. In the dark night, he had an extreme urge to vent some emotion.

Death does not mean the end, death just merges into time, and time describes the appearance of all life.

For a person who has experienced death, he is undoubtedly lucky, because time still maintains his original appearance.

Stand up and walk into the room, take out the familiar tools, put the easel on the balcony, put the picture frame, after the paint is squeezed in the way you like, Yi Chengyi picks up the brush and paints, one stroke at a time The brushing of the brush on the canvas creates a gradient of light and shadow for each line, and his serious appearance seems to blend into the quiet space around him.

Every time he writes, it seems to soothe his impetuous mood. Time no longer plays the role of timing, and he can't feel the passage of time. While depicting with his heart, he has merged with the calm time.

All life is inseparable from time, so time is set with pointers, as the death hourglass of living things.And real time never counts down, it just preserves what is left of every life that returns to itself and keeps moving forward, leading to a place that will still exist even if all civilizations are annihilated.