The Art of Raiders of Rebirth

Yi Chengyi looked decadently at the constantly changing red numbers in the elevator, he was not stupid, no matter how dull he was, he knew that if the pervert hadn't been crushed to death by him, he would definitely pester him even harder and take revenge on him, Then his future days will never be peaceful.

If he died, it would be all over, but he had to die with him or go to jail.

what to do?He has no money to compensate for medical expenses, let alone funeral expenses and compensation for the mental loss of his family, and even the legal fees for the lawsuit.

I just feel so hopeless.

If he dies, should he give this Nokia that smashed him to his family as a souvenir?

Yi Chengyi shook his head, he dragged his sack and walked out of the elevator tremblingly.

The strength of the medicine on his body has not yet passed, and he sees things with double images and the blur effect of a DSLR.

He began to struggle again. If he didn’t draw when he was 11 years old, he just quietly pulled out pigweed and put some sheep, didn’t practice the shape, light, shadow and color sense over and over again, and didn’t beg his father for him while being beaten. Buying pencils, erasers, and gouache, not competing with Anderson, not begging the second uncle of the great painter to teach him how to draw, so will all this be completely different from what it is now?

If he had held back when he saw Anderson paint those beautiful moments.

If you don't die, you won't die.

Yi Chengyi was too lazy to think about how much money he would have to pay. What he was thinking about now was whether he should commit suicide on the road, Xiangjiang River or Tianqiao.

That pervert surnamed Cheng gave him hope in his most difficult days, but the hope was replaced by despair in an instant by himself.

Anderson is always innocent, but it gives him an invisible sense of oppression and a deep sense of shame all the time.

He is used to being overwhelmingly defeated every time he rises up, but this does not mean that he will accept it.Painting is a very delicate matter. If there is someone around who I regard as an opponent, then I will be the first to notice every time he improves or regresses. He stepped on his self-esteem, and he stepped on his self-esteem if he painted it himself.

This situation is limited to Anderson, whom he has always envied and hated since he was a child. Suddenly, a noble person like an archangel appeared in his world, who was his teacher and competed with him every day. Improve yourself to cover up the inferiority complex that is deeply rooted in ugly jealousy.

It would be nice if you never drew.

Yi Chengyi walked out of the Century Hotel in despair, and just as he stepped out the door, he was grabbed by the wrist.

There was surprise in the other party's eyes, but more fear.

He had never seen such a world-weary aura exuding from Yi Chengyi's eyes.

"Chengyi." He looked into Yi Chengyi's eyes and frowned.

"Can you still call me Senior Brother for the last time?" Yi Chengyi raised his head, looking into the other party's sky-like eyes.

"Brother."

Yi Chengyi lowered his head.See, this man never takes his jealousy and his inferiority seriously.

"Hey, these paintings are all for you. Let's see if you like them." Yi Chengyi stuffed the sack in his hand into the other's arms. out.

Anderson quickly squatted down to pick it up. When his eyes were fascinated and locked on the sky that Yi Chengyi had just finished painting, there was a piercing sound of emergency brakes on the road outside the hotel.

His pupils dilated, and the uneasiness in his heart was almost clamoring to burst through his heart.

Yi Chengyi was identified as committing suicide, and his art was made public by his younger brother Anderson Lynn. Almost all the masters who had seen his paintings came to attend Yi Chengyi's funeral, and the art world shone brightly. star.

After his death, Anderson refused to resell any of his paintings. Master body sculptor Cheng Qusha kept raising prices to buy Yi Chengyi's paintings, and Anderson just cruelly refused him.

In his heart, this person can never be approached when he is alive, and can only be his private collection after death.

He has never been able to enter his world, and now that person has become forever out of reach for him.

/ * /

Yi Chengyi was in a deep sleep, when suddenly cold liquid densely hit his face and body.

How... how?The house is leaking! ! !Yi Chengyi suddenly opened his eyes reflexively, and suddenly thought that he lived in the basement...

Yi Chengyi's brain has not recovered yet, where is he now?Are you sketching?

He glanced at the surrounding scenery. The green grass on the edge of the field exuded the breath of spring. He felt a little familiar for no reason. The bean-sized raindrops hit the tip of his nose. He suddenly saw a person wearing a bamboo hat and a coir raincoat looking towards him. come over.

He looked at the other party through the hazy raindrops, but he still couldn't see it clearly. He was a little familiar with the other party's face, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

"Little bastard, won't you drive the sheep back when it rains! Ah!" The visitor walked up to him and slammed the bamboo stick in his hand on his back.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) What are you doing! Why are you beating me up again!" Yi Chengyi couldn't open his eyes in the rain, and the person became even more irritable after hearing what he said .

"Hey, you still ask me how I beat people? I told you to go out to herd the sheep, and you didn't drive the sheep back when it rained. Are you planning to die of one or two and wait to eat the boiled lamb?" The other party hit another stick Hitting Yi Chengyi's leg, Yi Chengyi bounced to the side habitually, and then he suddenly found that this scene seemed a bit familiar...

Oh my god, isn't this what often happened when he was herding sheep when he was a child! ! !

Is it possible that Yi Chengyi, who can draw, is dreaming?

Yi Chengyi froze on the spot, he didn't even hide the stick that Yi Dagang hit him.

"Oh! Oh! My brother was beaten stupid by my father! My brother was beaten stupid by my father!" The kid who was driving the sheep behind was wearing a pair of shorts, grinning and cooing while driving the sheep. Yi Dagang picked up the sheep. His son's thin arm, which was as thin as a chicken wing, shook vigorously.

"Are you really stupid? One multiplies one?" As he spoke, he slapped Yi Chengyi's face a few more times, but the weight was very light, and he really didn't hide at all.

Yi Chengyi carefully recalled his memories from childhood to adulthood, they are all right!Is it possible that a dream can also create a worldview?

But what's going on now?

He watched dumbly as his young father suddenly became nervous after whipping him a few times, carried him on his shoulders, and shouted at the little fur boy who was driving the sheep.

"One by three, drive all the sheep back, I'll take your brother to see Dr. Lin in the village!"

"I'm going too." The child put down the stick in his hand and followed immediately, Yi Dagang kicked over, and the child ran back in a hurry.

Yi Chengyi being carried on his shoulders was a bit unbelievable, he stared at that little boy, isn't this his younger brother Yi Chengsan?

But wasn't he killed by a cheating driver?This... is he reborn? ? ?

Yi Chengyi still remembers that after giving the painting to Anderson, all thoughts were lost. He originally planned to go home and have a good sleep, thinking that he would wait until he woke up to go to prison and pay compensation. The medicine that he took, his brain was dizzy and his eyes were dazzled, and he didn't see the car that had already driven beside him.

Really oh hehe...

So it's reborn?

Is it true that all dead people will be reborn to their childhood?This is the world after death?Do it all over again?Yi Chengyi was a little dazed thinking that the coldness of the raindrops on his body gave him goose bumps all over his body.

But he still has his own memory and consciousness now!

Simply wonderful!Yi Chengyi closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the fragrant air mixed with rainwater and field soil. No matter what, he will never paint again in this life!This is simply the second life God gave him, okay?He vowed to farm well at home, herd the sheep and feed the pigs!Even if that Anderson guy reappears, he won't have anything to do with him!As long as he doesn't paint in his life, he will never have any contact with him, and the jealousy and inferiority that drowned people will not happen this time!

Yi Dagang slapped Yi Chengyi's ass, "Why are you laughing? You are not really stupid!"

"Father! I will follow you to farm at home from now on!"

"What nonsense are you talking about! You have to study hard, if the fields are planted by you, then what should I plant?"

"You feed the pigs."

"I'll feed you!!"

Yi Chengyi knew that his father had always liked Lin Xiaoli in the village whose husband had died, and that his father had indeed married Lin Xiaoli in his previous life.

Because Lin Xiaoli studied some medicine, Yi Dagang often said that one of the two brothers was sick again, and then approached Lin Xiaoli in the name of sending them to the doctor.

Lin Xiaoli has a daughter named Lin Huarou, who used to like to run behind Yi Chengyi's ass when she was a child, but maybe because she grew up, she gradually stopped getting in touch with Yi Chengyi.When he was young, every time his father didn't give him money to buy him a pencil, he would call Lin Huarou, and as soon as the girl said a few words, his father would happily pay for it, and sometimes he would give him a little extra pocket money .

The 26-year-old Yi Chengyi relived his childhood again, and always felt that it was a bit against the law. If the age after rebirth happened to be 11 years old, then it would be the day when his second uncle returned to his hometown soon...

And then Anderson Lynn will come along.

His second uncle is probably a genius, especially talented in art. I heard from my father that when Yi Yiqian was a child, the first thing he did when he got a pencil was not to use it for homework, but to draw a circle, a circle that looked full of three-dimensionality, Later, grandpa saw many things painted by the second uncle one after another, and made up his mind to send him to learn painting.

Because the second uncle learned to paint, the burden on the family became very heavy. His father dropped out of junior high school and did not go to school, so he saved money to send the second uncle to the Academy of Fine Arts.

It’s just that the second uncle ended up acting like Yi Chengyi, no one knew about him, and no one was willing to pay a high price for his paintings, and he was very proud in his bones, so he simply returned to the countryside to continue painting.

His father disapproved of Yi Chengyi's study of painting with Yi Yiqian back then. This was one of the reasons, but it was more because he himself dropped out of school because of his second uncle.

Yi Chengyi's mother died in childbirth when Yi Cheng was separated, and Yi Dagang attached great importance and love to his two brothers.He knew that if Yi Chengyi went to study painting, it would definitely affect Yi Chengsan's future studies, so he never supported Yi Chengyi's painting.In the end, Yi Chengyi was admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts because he thought that he had spent too much money from his family over the years, so he chose to enter the society directly after high school.

In short, no matter what will happen this time and which direction his life will take, he has already decided.

In any case, cherish life and stay away from painting.In addition to painting, at his current age, there are infinite ways to live for the future.